Let me rejoice with you
in this simple act: laying down the stories
that held us apart – ancient slights,
perceived or imagined,
things we envied or resented,
things we couldn’t talk about,
and how that silence blocked
what had been doors

These things, so deeply buried
in the wash of time,
cannot find resolution
through exhumation

But they all can dissolve
in the frank glory
of what we’ve always been –
beings whose love can’t be closed down
since living love is how we are defined,
beings who must bring forth good
in everything we touch –
old stories gone, we touch each other still.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 23, 2023