We move through the decades
as we roll down the freeway —
canyon-carved perceptions,
memories’ intersections —
long-past things, revealed,
inhabit present time
And how important is it, after all,
to keep track of generations,
to be anchored in any time?
Maybe at this point it’s enough
to gravitate to the wells of kindness,
the sweet spots where you feel
nourished and accepted,
those same places you’ve always looked for,
the ones you’ll always call home.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 21, 2016
