Not so much
not having words
for things beyond these realms
as simply being so full
of every new perception
to not have space to say

What’s left behind  –
so many shells, and yet
each one has all the traces
of the brilliance, each husk
a smooth inside, the hollow
showing something of what emerged
and took flight

And all that can be spoken of
must also show the essence
of that desire that powers every motion,
of that for which we each will sometime
leave everything to find.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 4, 2022