Alone, I find myself drifting
in some odd space between hunger and tears.

The day is benign, and everything is breathing —
Clearly, it all knows that breath is gratitude,
and that it’s enough to fully engage with it,
taking in and releasing
in the dance of mutual blessing

It almost seems I could join with it.
It almost seems like something I could never leave,
something I have never left.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 7, 2018