I keep walking
and my steps grow firmer
as my trusts grow truer

I left behind the slippery trust
in the touted plums of living —
the narrow measures of success,
the things to brag about at parties

And then I had some other trusts —
the smooth progression of my life’s trajectory,
indefinite enduring of relationships —
dear trusts that failed me, too

And when I let them go,
I find something else underneath everything:
There may be many names for it,
but none that truly name it.
I sink in, and touch my feet
to solid ground.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 31, 2015