The pull of this bright river
Strong comb along the currents of my breath
Stops me in time
Captures me in wonder
Tugs my being up from unknown depth
And no, I don’t know what it means
And no, I don’t know where it leads
But know I won’t say no
For anything that calls me so
I must respond to
And I will take these strands and hold them out
Between my fingertips
I’ll cast them forth and let them fall like starlight
On these tender heads
Fling their sprays of joy across the room
And make with them a sweet cradle
For a longing soul
To rock and rock until we know we’re whole.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 22, 2011
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