Every week it’s suddenly Thursday,
and then Thursday’s gone
But all.of this tumble has nothing to do
with the progress at hand,
which rolls out like sine waves
from the turning of the wheel
and goes forth like thistle seeds released
I keep learning the same thing.
Every day it’s new.
Every day I am amazed to discover it
I’m like a spaceship setting off
across light years,
the universe unfolding and enfolding,
stars in every direction,
heartbeat present and insistent.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 9, 2021