This could be one dream,
could be another
(as I awoke this morning
after saying “would you like a spoon?”)
—a setting, and some people,
and the day to day familiarity
of being — nothing high stakes,
nothing too emotional,
just the exchange of words
and the exchange of gifts

A place I put myself
no more or less
than putting myself here —
in this afternoon
of wind and trees and rest
and taking in what’s given,
taking it, and calling it what’s here.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 31, 2019