At the end of a day of
working like a farmer
(though a farmer would say
I don’t know the least of it)
I wait for my strength to return –
flow back along the watershed
to the pool of my presence,
gradually fill up
and become limpid,
ready for me to drink
deeply once again.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 31, 2023
The belly of cloud
against the contour of the land,
just enough space between to feel the closeness,
the constant slow adjusting of undulations,
a small view into blue distance
The dance of land and sky
goes on throughout the day,
continues through the night
and never pauses
except for the exquisite rests
where all is truly still,
which we, sometimes,
are also blessed to feel.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 8, 2022
The day’s heat radiates
out from my skin,
now after sunset
when the pink light
has given way to some color
without a name,
I am content
but too tired for thought –
time to ride on the soft processes,
sink into the wordless swing,
stretch into languid depths –
regeneration.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 19, 2022
The days are full –
we come to the end of them
and fall back into ourselves,
drifting at an angle
through the colors behind closed eyes,
feeling the weavings of consciousness
float loose. My pen stops.
Could be quite some time I’ve sat here
in the weightless comfort of repose.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 3, 2022
You close your eyes
and lean
into the strong broad back
of that which loves you
It’s too delightful, for a time,
for you to sleep —
You pull the warmth
into all the corners
of your being
while the soft fresh air
cools your edges
And it’s so exquisite,
all you want to do
is breathe,
absorb this present
as cats absorb the sun,
feel how alive you are
and how blessed.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 21, 2014