Enfolding

I circle in and in, into myself

to find this:

A place where I can hold someone

A way my being may enfold, enwrap them

A place that holds them till

The firm press about them

defines their growing edge 

and they reach outward

hand following hand

body surface rising to meet my touch

As I release

they take flight

I swirl around them

So we dance

This is a thing I need

to do every day;

Thanks for this one

Tomorrow,

Give me the place 

to do it again.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 21, 2012