In moments I fathom
having never touched down
into bone, into skull,
into what can be alone  –
having never come to think
that I could be destroyed
or even lost – sitting present
in the sweet company
of consciousness itself,
which by its nature
is comprised of knowing,
and knows the feather movements
and the grand turnings  –
rivers of awareness,
oceans of connection  –
this being what is me,
this being what is us –
galaxies of bright communication,
universe of intermingled song.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 25, 2023