I’m gonna lay these ribbons down,
gonna line them up along the ground,
gonna set them straight
though the wind will turn them
over and away

I’m gonna lay down all these threads,
all the stories weaving through my head,
all their conclusions,
all my illusions,
the things I thought and said —
they had no truth, they cannot stay

I’m gonna find my patch of light,
gonna home on in with all my might,
gonna bask where I am bright
through the ever glowing day.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 22, 2016