You may be rising
but the tide is, too —
we don’t go anywhere alone

Landmarks fall away,
measurements, too —
we can’t compare,
so much is new,
so much is felt in the attention
to these moments, all subsuming
as they are

Try to notice one
in the fleeting space of a thought,
try to hold it through the scrim
of day to day

If you miss this one,
the rhythm will come round again,
the place to grasp, in here and now,
infinity.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 29, 2019