Today the tasks
were taupe and black
The day was gray and green
My hobbled thought kept limping back
to what it all must mean
Let go, let go
It isn’t here
The things that cease to matter
though mounded high
will disappear
in so much empty clatter
Last night my sleep was sweet and rich
My dreams were entertaining
though when I woke
they all dispersed
without a trace remaining
Today some friends were tired and sad
in pain or in despair
I reached to them across the space
and grasped at empty air
I yearn, I yearn
to offer peace
Some day I’ll learn to do it
To open up that hidden door
and walk on with them
through it.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 24, 2011
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