Processing

How will you remember these —

Swing of hammock, song of trees

Blanket filling in where sun has ceased?

Wounded thoughts that need to be released . . .

Every day I send these bobbing forth

Always with earnest hope that some will see

Encapsulated, bottled, swiftly corked

Love notes to my community

There is no string to bring me with them

I can’t expect them to be met, I know

They must be free if I’m to truly give them

I send them out, and I stay here, alone

The sun is sitting in the tops of trees

The wind, affectionate, still musses up their leaves

The afternoon slides on towards evening hours

Punctuated by suburban crows and cars

Evening evens everything

Draws together trees and sky

As here and there become the same,

Things that were distant softly unify

How will you remember this?

You’ll wrap it in the evening scents and sounds

You’ll bring your peace to reign, and here is how:

You’ll set your steady anchor in the now.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 13, 2012