Today I imagined us silver,
silver and luminous,
growing more so
in the passage of years,
glowing more deeply
with that flowing liquid
that more and more fully
powers our being
This is the way to age —
as a tree ages —
this is the way to grow into ourselves,
dropping, with daily grace,
that which obstructs us,
comprised, more each moment,
of light.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 5, 2019
Jennifer says we think the same thoughts
all our lives. She says we never really change.
That may be, but still I see
a different view these days,
something like the undersides of leaves,
how light shines through them differently,
lending a softness to their edges, their presence
I think I see things softer now,
with less of an opinion
and more of a willingness
to let the light spill through
however it does, without needing
to be catalogued or edited
I think there’s more shadow
on the underside of my thoughts,
places where grief may gather
and keep itself company,
places for things to be undefined,
against which a days brightnesses
can stand out in relief.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 4, 2016
What are you then,
when your memory
has come unmoored
and you don’t know
where and when you are,
or why or how you’re here?
I see you are the same inside —
it feels no different
to wander in those corridors
of mind, of time,
to play the rhythms
tapped into your psyche
from long ago events,
to hum, to breathe, to doze
Your loops of thought
don’t intersect with us,
but that makes little difference —
We’re the ones you struggle to place.
You are still your own companion,
the one who doesn’t fade away.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 28, 2016