My bones

The silent structure of support

makes no bones about its role

Doesn’t speak

Doesn’t have opinions

but stands a steady presence

making room

for currents to course through

Holding up the arcs of strength

Allowing movement

And to feel it in my bones

means to be sure

Not based on whim or mood

or pretense or projection

But on the solid weight of being —

That in me which interacts with gravity —

Its density providing quiet dignity

Competent in service

Standing up

for me.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 21, 2012