Wake me up, remind me
I am not fallen
and I never fell. I don’t need
to claw my way up,
the pit sides
crumbling and smearing,
sending me back down,
I don’t need to be
covered in mud as I climb

I am not fallen
and the dawn,
calm as it ever was,
celebrates me
every bit as much
as these reverent trees.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 3, 2017