I close my eyes and ask the energy
from my industrious dogged exertion,
like tide returning to come back to me,
restore me in a slow and strong immersion.
In steady march, all of the day’s demands
required my work, persistence and attention;
I powered through them all, and though my hands
grew raw, accomplished my intention.
There was a place of stillness when I felt
a moment's rest was all that I would need
and though the space of peacefulness was well
my weary head demanded that I heed
the time of tides, that can’t be rushed, must flow
at their own pace, and when they’ve covered me, I’ll know.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 8, 2011
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