Sometimes in dream
you think you stumble into it,
sometimes you glimpse it
along the vectors
of possibility

And so you yearn for,
and strive to find,
a way you belong,
a thing you know you belong to

Not as a royal heir would have it
handed down with pomp and ceremony,
not as a thing hard earned
through study and examination

But as one who knows this place
deep in the heart,
who recognizes all its crevices
and remembers
all the life that has found shelter here,
one who can predict
the breath, the sigh,
the flutter of every feather,
one who can snuggle into this place
and be home.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 1, 2017