What kind of day can leave me
at the end
without a single thought?
— A day of traveling —
of packing up and leaving
— car for plane, plane for car,
car for home
A time to wait, then move —
Wait for lines
Wait for land to turn in panorama
underneath the plane
Wait for our ride,
wait for traffic . . .
A day in which I thought I glimpsed
the key to everything —
to my whole life
and life for all of us —
the end to all the troubles
that have haunted us
A moment where it seemed so clear
and yet I had no words
except “of course”
— a thing I’ve seen before
and so can wait
to have come clear again.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 6, 2012
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