We move in the easy circles
of things we have practiced
without thinking about it,
rounds of companionship and conversation,
movement and sitting still and not talking,
held together in the matrix of the music

It wasn’t always like this,
but maybe now we have learned
enough of our home base,
enough of our center,
that after we disperse,
when we come back,
we’ll find this place again.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2016