It is a soft space
this place where we have
folded and fallen,
where shadows soften
all around us
and our edges
blur in darkness

There are things here
I can’t talk about to anyone
though I keep trying to imagine who

There is a place where
we have breathed together
and this will have to do,
I will need to be sustained
through the long silence
by some kind of a trust moment —
at its necessary time
everything will come clear.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 3, 2017