We start to look away
from all the things we thought
we cared about —
mementos, milestones, celebrations,
everything we thought would mark success

The taste of heaven
tingling on our tongues
drives us, hungry,
toward something we’re not finding
in the old pursuits

We seek it
in every place we’ve seen it —
smiles of strangers, twinkling eyes of friends,
wild abandon of winter colors in the land
and the promise of souls touching
hinted in those
inexplicable
sudden moments
when the uncountable
Importance of Everything
gleams clear.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 16, 2014