Clean

In my loved communion
with hot water at end of day,
I think of this melting
and the next one
(as sight and feeling
drift into dream)
the necessary daily dropping
of all the contexts
that seemed so fixed
and so important,
to let the sweet unburdened
energy of being
once again assert its rightful place.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 1, 2018

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