There was movement everywhere
but presence was defined
by stillness,
a translucency
whose glow was seen
between the arcs and threads,
between the strides,
between the branches

There was music ringing out
from deep within the silence,
what seemed dark
becoming clear
in the sheen of rolling curve

We turned our focus
from what we thought defined us
to what was underneath,
to what has been here all along.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 25, 2019