Another day of moving through the holy place
of people traveling – me along with them,
immersing in the river of their efforts
and their individuality – how they are loved,
and how they long for love,
how their love is hidden, and how it shows
I travel smooth, I travel filled with joy,
for all of us are hoping to be seen,
and everyone I truly see
elates my heart,
and in that seeing,
I am fully blessed.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 29, 2023
I travel from home
through home,
to home –
all of these places
affirm me
All of these moments join
in the vast collaboration of moments,
like water flowing uphill,
bounding in the joy of it
All of these people,
threads of their path lines
intersecting briefly,
dance out the fountain
of their internal impetus
All of them run on infinity,
all of them fueled
by the hum of connection. All of us prove
with the grace we’ve forgotten to notice,
how we are powered,
how we are home in the whole.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 15, 2023
Night shortened by an eastbound flight,
sun comes out in Boston,
more time to wait
Little birds live in airports,
so it seems, and others hop around outside –
strange habitat, overarching concrete
and some landscape trees
As for me, I’ve watched and smiled,
listened, slept, written, cried,
and, not having traveled in some years,
am doing fine
Who knows about this thing called life?
Who knows? Or time, for that matter –
our purpose flows somewhere deeper
than the place these tokens mark,
still rich and powerful
to pull us swift along.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 17, 2022
Day fades,
shadows gather under shelves,
light still bathes the evening sky,
the moon upon its long watch.
Cats grow active,
moths against the window
safe from paws,
travels have landed us –
here we are.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 8, 2022
As quick as a wistful desire
flitted across my thought
like a tree limb’s shadow, in the breeze,
came in the solid underpinning
as an invitation,
and, as quick as that,
we fluttered free
A little time to pack,
a little time to tend to newly planted trees,
and we’ll be off, while it’s still cool,
in the morning
Leaving behind the calculations
of all the things we have to do,
sensing the boon of this,
a reset, and a chance
to clarify our view.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 2, 2021
The flight is full. I fill my soul
with comfort of humanity.
Some smiles are used to sell things,
but the ones caught here,
in the lines, the waiting,
the shifting into place —
these are free,
they sparkle three dimensions,
they reach deep
We can be herded and jostled,
scanned and screened and patted down,
but when we can smile to each other,
we keep our liberty.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 29, 2019
I listen and my empathy
follows the threads of passion
(threads like water veins
upon the land below,
the rivers, lakes, the melting snow,
the cities clustered there, along the roads)
I feel the longing and the pain,
I feel the exaltation —
my spirit hums an all-embracing chord
that circles round the threads
and drops beneath,
enfolding them in overarching blue.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 24, 2019
Barely home, and we’re flying again,
touch and go, capture and release,
yet something else, when we consider
our progress down the ever flowing stream
We home in on home each day,
each day, we find it new,
and if we’re lost on any given evening,
there still is time to settle in,
to find our place
And in the morning, off on new adventure,
we’ll know we can touch home at any time,
home in the kindly tended refuge
of being known in ever-present Mind.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 2, 2019
All I want to do
is close my eyes
and let the images
that wait around the edges
come rushing in,
shifting and babbling
in their strange gibberish
that will focus into some kind of sense
and tell their fleeting stories
when passing through the filters of my dreams.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 28, 2019
We have come so far
along this haphazard path,
our footsteps not following
what we thought held our gaze,
our gaze, it turns out, being
too distracted and unfocused
to draw us to our hoped-for destinations
We will take the train —
its paths are laid down,
we don’t need to determine every step.
We’ll arrive where it takes us,
and if our lives feel unmoored, uprooted,
we won’t notice that so much
as long as we are moving.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 16, 2018