In one moment, I felt myself released
from time, from space, from history —
I saw my being as comprised of
what I’d always thought was hope
but now I saw was truth,
the impulse given me,
the exclamation of my presence
which nothing can diminish

In another moment, standing
freshly in the garden,
with the rain stopped
and all the scents rising
in the open gratitude
for all this life given,
I was clearly here,
attached to these particulars,
still with this purpose
of being joy.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 29, 2016