and in solitude,
how shall one pursue the baubles
and the light that comes
from their exchange?

but in multitude,
the jostling shifting
of everyone’s efforts,
how can one find and proffer
the right one?

it’s easy enough to go home
without having said anything,
without engaging,
easy enough to say
one didn’t need it, anyway,
or didn’t need it here

if there’s a whole other being,
a light inducing, producing,
seducing incandescence,
luminescence from within
all satisfying,
it still should serve
to lead to bright connections,
not wean one from them,
don’t you think?

©Wendy Mulhern
April 12, 2016