It isn’t that I’ve lost the will to live,
it’s just that I’m so tired
of how I keep on running back
to the same old holes,
empty though they’ve always been —
keep on anticipating
that my thirst will finally be quenched

What does it take
to not be left again along the bank —
to ride the flow all the way down
to where I lose those habits
of seeking where there’s nothing
and missing the deep healing of the day?

©Wendy Mulhern
May 24, 2018