The moon is not in the pond.
The moon’s reflection
is not in the pond either,
though it looks that way to me,
shimmering there
The moon is not fractured
though the reflection seems to be,
telling of ripples as well as of moon,
showing their shadows
on the pond’s surface
I can learn of the moon
looking at the reflection,
but I can learn more
of both moon and reflection
by looking up.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 26, 2022
In the brilliance it’s hard to see
what’s rising up, what’s touching down –
and maybe both are occurring –
you might call it communion,
you might call it illumination –
how light needs its reflection
to be known.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 20, 2022
Think of me as a pond.
A day leaps up like a fish
and flops back down. Emotions
ripple out to the edge
and settle smooth .
Within each day, moments of ruffle,
moments of calm. Space to be plumbed,
space to be inscrutable. Plenty of time
for reflection, plenty of depth
borrowed from the sky.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 19, 2022
Our hearts burn because
we all recognize
the truth when we hear it
It sits deep within us
and speaks in the place
where there’s no room for doubt,
speaks in the voice of
what we have always known,
silent, yet unassailable
Our hearts burn
because the truth’s light
reveals their depth –
they shine up its reflection
like moonlight in the bottom of a well.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 28, 2020
My sense of beauty is enchanted
by this transition time
where windows show
the view and the reflection
at the same strength
and illustrate
things that go through each other —
inhabit the same space
without touching,
move according to their own lights,
their own laws —
coexisting
only in the eyes and minds
of those observing.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 18, 2019