This breath will lift you
to the very corners of your being —
nay, for your being is a plane
that extends infinite, far beyond
the page, the canvas

This breath will fill you instantly
although you are infinite —
you will rise at the brim point
of satisfaction, you will fly
in the full power of your wings

For indeed, though your presence
fills the field of all that you can see or know,
you still have locus to express the impulse
of your joy, you still can soar
along the contours of your love.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 13, 2016