How I feel these days might be like
the rising of smoke after a candle
twisting and bending over itself
strands dancing in counterpoint
moving outward, exploring.
Or it might be like
the formation of a curl
at the start of a a fern
all the tightly wound fronds
coalescing from nothing
an idea within the amorphous mass
shooting like a wind puff on a pond
sending its darts of delineation
down in spining spirals
that will later unwind
and stretch out
as energy flows up its conduits
to kiss the light
suffuse itself with native green
embody life.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 3, 2011
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