Who can actually
look back or forward?
The rolling drum of life
stamps its impress
on our moments,
thick and deep,
And we are caught up in it,
and everything that was our past
is far from our attention
And what the coming press might hold,
we can’t foresee
And it’s OK to be
here in the quick of it,
the colors glistening
and dripping from our hands.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 24, 2014