I still carry all these whirlwinds
(anxieties of navigation, timing)
oblivious, it seems,
to their presence
and to their effects,
assuming what I hold inside my head
can be unseen by others, and unfelt

But when I look again
it’s clear what kind of turbulence
comes out from here
where I have failed
to seek the settled calm

Let my peace return
Let it be established
not by my efforts
but by my letting go
of thinking this supreme design
needs my control.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 2, 2014