Right here, in this wilderness
(mile upon mile of suburbs)
is everything that’s needed
(just as in every wilderness)

Among the observed inhabitants
(cars and flickering TV screens)
Are also bright emitters
of love, of thoughtful questing,
able to reap bounty with their care

And if I don’t see them,
if I walk away
in efforts to find something
that will nourish me,
It may be hard for me to find it,
For if I’m blind to what’s already here
Why should I think
I’ll see it somewhere else?

©Wendy Mulhern
September 26, 2014