Moving my I

I stand
and let the sense of who I am
slide back behind me,
beyond time, beyond
the anchor of my story

It fills in
like a swath of sparkles
on windy water,
lights me from behind
and moves me
(like lifting up, expanding out)
making room for all of us,
making room for peace.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 22, 2017

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