Solstice approaches,
first year I don’t know
when school lets out,
when the sweet liberation
(felt as such a deep right)
commences . . .
Days flow easily.
Yes, I think,
We don’t really need bondage
to relish freedom.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 18, 2014
photo by Heather Mulhern
Within the dream
there still are ways
you can be real,
And real is what you live for
Although these moments
do not map
against the story
enforced by concrete lines
and metal boxes rolling,
and ticking of the gears
that hold the dreamers all enslaved,
they still are potent
Each little shine of real
can throw a light against
the eyes held tightly closed,
can start to drum a reveille
against the drones of sleep
We overthrow the dream
not in its battle
but in waking —
Every way you’re real,
you help us rise.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 24, 2014
It was something about trees —
the commitment, the certainty of their limbs
and the wholehearted way
they offer themselves
to the wind
It was something about laughter . . .
Trees can laugh
in the full-throated voice of storms
and in the head-tossing
clearing of the sky
There is a dance
of everything that’s free —
They dance as one
because they can,
because they all agree
that this time
is worth their presence
and this joining
serves their essence,
and they can be
deeply grounded
and also fly.
They’re here for something —
This dance is why.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 26, 2014