Day dawns,
rain gone
(if for a moment)
sun flirts with wind,
clouds glint and grin

We free a dove
that trapped itself
in our young cherry tree’s enclosure,
I try the spirits
and today it’s clearer
whence they hail

These things do not depend
on weather, or on any gods
society has shaped and propped up,
they don’t depend on how we felt
or what we said and did

It is the Spirit
that sustains us,
breathing what we are
into our consciousness,
planting the clarity of our cause
into our frames.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 10, 2019