I ride in whirring balance gyroscopic
my bicycle and all my strength in tune
My thoughts, too, whirr along their tireless topic:
deep connection and my longing to commune
It hovers like a hunger, though it feeds me
with eager energy to power my feet
The hope to find and join the place that needs me
where what I need to give and what it needs will meet
My discipline is still to keep it real
no far-flung vision, fluffy, outsized dreams
This moment’s work, this smile, this evening’s meal
To speak the truth, be kind, work hard, redeem
each effort from the weight of drudgery
So will I fly, so realize what I must be.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 28, 2011
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