Insect arcs like flecks of sun
flit across my path —
I see them as threads
weaving in parts of a pattern
I knew about in theory
and still don’t understand,
but now can see a bit more
of what they’re connected to

My path, this inefficient tracing
back and forth, up and down
along the day
is also flecked with sun
and the reflections of my mind
and the rhythm of my gait —
these, too, are all part of the same thing
which I haven’t mastered
but can dance in.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 21, 2018