Play

I fantasize about a mud Anna,
a figurine of clay, made at the riverside,
a thing that children do, their mothers
playful, too, their daily work
fresh with discovery

I reimagine life as full of play,
needs for survival
managing to bump along somehow,
be met in flexibility
instead of worry,
with laughter
instead of anxious toil

It could be possible, not that I have a key
for reinventing work and play
in our society,
but for myself, I think I’ll find a sweeter way
the more I can allow myself to play.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 31, 2022

Escaping the heat (day trip to the coast)

I kept following the water
down the braiding of waves, of sand,
pursuing the ebb lines
where the incoming waves were faint,
but watching for the buildup
where two or three would join
and I would run from them
up the beach, letting them catch me,
but not by much,
holding my skirts (mostly)
out of their reach

The children on the beach
jumped and ran
with the energy of the waves,
the same quick action,
the same total engagement

We filled up with their joy
and their abandon, and the steady
but ever changing
motion of the sea,
soothing us, bringing us,
though through shifting sands,
to firmer ground .

©Wendy Mulhern
August 12, 2021i

At the work site

How does it feel
to be a crayon among nails?
Your purpose distinct
but immeasurably far
from the other ones sharing the pocket

Your substance, which never could manage
to do what a nail does,
is suited for doing a thing that they never could do —
they will sink into wood and remain there,
you’ll leave your mark on the surface and stay where you are

There will be times
when the hand reaches in
and picks out the nails one by one,
but at other times,
it will reach through their sharpness
leaving them, searching for you.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 1, 2019

Kids playing soccer in the park

Focus power
Focus kinetic skill
Concentrate the energy
Make it do your will
Let it return, so it can fulfill
that sense of presence
that brings you joy
though you don’t name it
nor consciously employ the game as therapy

For you it’s fun
But there is more to it
for in your sending forth
and trapping back
you have created some kind of spirit track
The vectors emanate from where you run
You and the ball and field becoming one
magically connected to your team

So suddenly I understand
This isn’t pointless playing with a ball
This is the growing practice of command:
By owning this part of your world
you own it all.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 28, 2012


Ode to Improv

In this playful place
We have permission
to ride on currents
that we surely feel
though they don’t map
on what we call reality:
A fabricated character
may still know joy, 
know grief, know glee
A made up situation
triggers genuine emotion
in a synchronistic serendipity

A lobster may engage in final banter
with one for whom she’ll be his evening meal
We’ll laugh because we recognize the truth in it
and how, for us, the lobster is so real
And we’ll love because the laughter binds us tighter
and shows us something deeper that we share
And this reality will make us richer
as we move in our quotidian terrain.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 26, 2012


Stardom

The sun came out at six pm
Grand, sporting brilliant blue sky
And a few gratuitous fluffy clouds
A fine entrance
escorted by strong winds officiously
brushing away the excess warmth
But it was charming enough
to warm us anyway
Make us sit and bask
if only for a moment

It is a busy star
with many others it must see
We can’t expect its glow to last for very long
and so we try not to depend on it
try not to hang on its every gesture
But face it
We are smitten
We will pine for it tomorrow
if it’s gone.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 23, 2012


Teach us to play

Spirit of wind and water
Spirit of dolphin, otter
Teach us to play
Teach us the readiness
in every moment
for swift and creative response
to each impulse offered
by each of your creatures —
The swoop that follows the drop
The twirl that follows the swoop
The delight of surprise
at our supple capacity
brought out so suddenly
brilliantly, happily
perfect precision and time

Spirit of song
Teach us to play life
like a flute, like a drum
like a cello
All our cells being
the deep sounding board
sending our praise to the sky.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 17, 2012