Let me invoke the rhythm
that ties us all together
Grasses bending in the breeze
Little birds dipping in and out
All these people walking
alone, and in groups
P’tick of sandals, heel-toe rock of dress shoes
Words and gestures, turns and pauses
Cars creeping through the parking lot
Car doors closing
Let the backbeat in the background
define the orchestration
Let the running water of the fountain
be a unifying patter
Even when we’re not aware of it
We are connected
Though we may feel isolated
by our stories
(who we think we are,
what we think we have to do)
And isolated by the inroads of acceptance
that we haven’t carved
And the separate trajectories
that only randomly have intersected here
Behind our myths and burdens
we are one.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 12, 2012
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