The paths they each were taking
couldn’t be seen on the surface,
couldn’t be seen by each other
or even by themselves

They swooped and soared like kites,
and you might think they were governed
by the wind. But all the while
they felt the tug beneath,
the anchored place that didn’t move much,
but was their guidance,
enabling their flight
whether they knew it or not.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 2, 2022