Walking toward the light

As we walked toward the light,

The things we were holding

in our hands

began to melt —

Intricacies of dreams,

Specifications,

Things we thought were so important

to convey,

Histories we felt

distinguished and defined us —

Rolling down our fingers —

Bright trailing drips —

We felt the coolness

of air on wet skin,

Swift intake of breath

at the freshness

As we,

Now empty-handed,

Reached our arms

into the glad embrace

of our whole

wild

unrecorded

being.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 27, 2012