In a departure
abrupt or gradual
as leaving a dream,
I grasp onto light lines

I find them in faces,
in flickers of hope,
in the never-completely-hidden
desire to be seen

I see them in the eye-catching
that perceives a sly joke
and sends cascades of laughter
into the shared space

I see you, Oh, I see you
riding strong along your current,
throwing off the crust of
who I might have thought you were

As I, too, flow out from my crust,
swifter than lava,
carrying my new form
out into the light of day.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 2, 2015