The page is blank as evening settles in,
my pen marks are still visible,
but not the words

I sit here in the glaze
of tiredness and satisfaction,
waiting for the images to sketch the day

I have the pleasure
of being kind to bees,
and holding kind thoughts
towards everyone I can imagine  –
in my mind, I stand up for their sovereignty,
I send encouragement
for their enlightened clarity

And here at home
we have a new peace,
new ease in our communication  –
this is what’s given,
and I will take it freely,
this taste of heaven
in the last glow of the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 9, 2021