With eyes shut
I could be anywhere —
my mind quickly slips me
far from this parking lot —
I shift again and notice
I’m not actually on the cabin porch
nor yet in the northern meadow
with the midday brightness
that now refracts
in many flashing triangles,
shards of memories
and fallen vectored efforts
seeking to settle,
seeking a quiet mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 22, 2019