I’ll take what is given,
this storm, with roaring winds
and rain that slaps itself through screens
and runs down panes,
this sleep,

these people whose threads
are so deeply interwoven with my fabric
that we feel each other’s tug,
each other’s strength,

this truth, which settles out
(today, in luminescent teal)
so clear, so unassailable,
awaiting, but not demanding
my surrender, my return
to where I was before the world began.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 27, 2018