Make no resolutions,
Assay no regimen:
This — who you are —
is out of your hands

Nor does it belong to
those desiccated voices,
hollow echoes of disapproval
tunneled down the years,
speaking through the mouthpieces
of relatives and teachers (and yourself),
standing in for experts,
Knowing nothing

Your perfection is as close
as the little hitch of breath
that comes in the space between
the leaping and the falling
and the rush of being borne up
in the ever humming
affirmation of you.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 25, 2014