Every living thing —
any given one —
can be a spark —
They need no pedigree
to qualify

Any light
can lift you from the dark —
you need no name
to call it by

The images of dream may leave their mark,
smudging out the brightness of your day,
may tell you there’s no reason to embark
on what will likely hold
no goodness for you anyway

And when your own ignition
seems completely spent,
your shiny hope beclouded,
your intentions bent,
You needn’t go back under
to see where they went
for any living thing
can bring you out.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 22, 2014