When in the pauses, once again,
the clamor rushes in, the cluttered thoughts
of everything you’re certain
you want, and never want, to be,
the roaring doubts, upon that field,
of where you stand

Be still. Here is a voice that silences
all that clatter. This silence
is like velvet, like infinity.
This silence is the love
that holds both you, and what you thought of
as the other side.
It renders the winning
and the losing
fully irrelevant —
glows you all like coals
in the same fire.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 1, 2019