My sight clears, and I notice
that I’m peering at the emptiness again,
not sure when the things I took for objects
faded out

Seeking the refocus
that would find me something in this day,
for certainly, there’s something here –
even this inexplicit satisfaction
is good for something

No need to scrape down into
the memory of tears, and their offer
to bring this day down into
something I can feel –

There is feeling, too,
in this craving for deeper purpose,
and it can lead me
to where I find it.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 23, 2022