Relativity

Everything changes

No one’s sense of self is static

Each one grows

Things you were so sure

would be impossible for them

become their norm

And things you thought you’d never do

You learn 

(That’s why it makes no sense

to hold on to a past offense)

Nothing changes

The primal pattern reasserts itself forever

The track of every orbit orchestrated

The cords of union hold us fast together

However far we think we may have skated

(That’s why we recognize ourselves

in everybody else)

Never too far from home

Never too far

from where we can close our eyes

And let the scene reframe

In that bright centered place

From whence we always came

(The way of being that we always hoped to learn

And where, in soft precision, we return.)

©Wendy Mulhern

June 29, 2012