Focus

My truth is not betrayed

And though I trade

in things that can’t be seen

I am not fooled

What is not seen

can still be known

I hold my truth

and so I’m not shortchanged

I watched the whirling falling of the maple seeds

I felt the fall of other bits of husk

I saw the leaves, green on layered green

I felt the sun

My love is not betrayed

Though it be not reciprocated

Where my love is made

it will sustain itself

It settles

Finds its focus, finds its home

It falls like rays

It falls like light sifting

Illuminates the scene

and knows its own.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 12, 2012