A bland eraser
comes to wipe out
random moments
of my consciousness

It doesn’t leave a blank, though —
underneath awakeness,
images present themselves,
colorful and almost plausible,
shrinking quickly as my conscious thought returns

So some intentions go unfilled,
some straight lines
fade out before they designate
appropriate direction

But there is a circle,
a full, embracing circle
that goes all the way around
this sense of what I am,
and keeps me whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 1, 2015