Truth is, I already miss the soil
and the sound of frogs
and walking on the land,
but as we walked the night suburban streets,
quiet, between the glowing houses,
the hwyl we’re learning still came through our feet,
still showed the way to walk in native power

We still walk in time
but maybe less so
as we are borne, as we become
the flowing stream,
the stories leave much less of an impression
while we’re living at the center of our being

Truth is, just like the river,
we’re flowing ever on towards home,
and everything we’re given
will find a way to come along.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 13, 2022