In these first days
I take a lot of time
teaching myself
where things go

In these last days
I grow more ruthless
about letting things go

In the stretch of memory
my mind inhabits
at all the moments in between,
I feel content with how it’s all played out —
what I have done, what I have been

Funny how I find happiness
not along the lines of time
but in the light the present casts
into the chambers of my mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 21, 2018