I passed that point.
Looking back today, I was stunned to see
How I used to hold people
Each one like a book
In which was catalogued
Their character, their strengths and weaknesses
Their relationship to me
A book I could close
And put on a shelf
Where it wouldn’t take up much room.
Now I see each person
As a window to infinity
Opening out to me huge views
In which there’s room
For them to be
And me to see them
And I can’t file them away
They are much too vast
And they make me dance so.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 16, 2011
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