Surveying

You can’t map this perfection

on anything less than infinity

No fairy tales —

happy ending or not —

can chart this vast terrain of love

No dreams, no plans

can catch or name it

Yet here it is

You can’t carve out for yourself

a portion you can take away

to eat alone, in some unnoticed corner

You can’t encapsulate it

in rules of thumb and formulas

for easy future access

Each time you love

you fling yourself

into the wide, unmappable

and ever perfect whole

of fully being

Your learning: not to make it better next time

but just about

the wonder of the now

Now that encompasses 

all of eternity —

Everything Life can endow.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 19, 2012