Latch

What is it all made of? –
these thoughts, these colors,
this shimmer of wind-touched trees and water,
these family ties,
presence of others I feel,
like air through my fingers while riding no-handed
after they’ve gone  –
a latch remains open
and a door swings somewhere in my mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 28, 2022

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