Power Lines

It isn’t that I take them in my hands as threads

— the spinning lines of power —

Not that I grab and tweak and wield them

sending things where never sent before

Instead, the rushing law of harmony

owns me, as it owns everything alive

and every distant echo, every wave —

It tunes them, as to ancient memory

And so you see, the power that spins through us

and wraps us in our synchronistic movement,

coordinates the blessing, so it flows

all through us and beyond, in raptured union

is not defined by me, nor can I use it

but cleaving to its presence, I may prove it.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 16, 2011