And in the steady walk of days
you might suddenly be able
to move more swiftly,
quickly slipping into
some embodiment of your self
you never had been sure
how you could get to

Life seems so routine, then suddenly.
Grasp this now, for who knows when?
If it’s not here yet, keep on walking.
Time doesn’t own you, so . . .

The engine of your heart’s desire
is always humming in the background,
purrs or lurches you along whether or not
you’re holding it in mind.
Time doesn’t own you, but it watches —
Your unfoldment is a good show.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 20, 2017