If what I am
is really so much larger
than what I have been trained
to think myself to be

If, rather than corporeal,
my essence finds its home
where it can handily traverse infinity

Then what I do must also be defined,
not in the bumbling mortal mode
in which I’ve moved,
but in the way that holds the reins of winds
and witnesses the quality of days,
the way that holds the space for liberty to bloom,
and every entity to find its radiant room.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2021