Chasing love

After much pursuit

(sun through trees rendered strobe-like

by my frenzied pace)

Desire made wild by the elusive flitting

of something always held

just out of reach,

I wake—

Jolt of awareness:

That which I’ve been chasing

is right here

and it has never been withheld —

By nature, it is infinitely present

Though I may miss the rush

I also like the flood of peace

that comes from knowing I will always

have enough.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 16, 2012