The only place we’ve ever lived
is in the place where we can never die.

This isn’t what it looks like,
these days, these goals —
whatever I have thought of them before —
these changes . . .

Now I’ll keep paying attention
to what lights us up
deep down at the source,
what makes us live and move
before we even enter all the surface fray

This isn’t what it looks like
but it is something. Indeed,
it overrides whatever I had thought —
these changes, this which never changes.
This which I may find to be enough.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 1, 2018