It wasn’t an obvious change
Not like signal flags strung up a mast
Each letter’s pattern flapping brightly
Not like an avalanche
Taking down half a mountainside
Not like a rite of passage
Attended by ceremony and celebration
Process and resolve,
Admonition and attention
Just a small door that was there all along
Now quietly unlocked.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 18, 2011
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