The Shift

Maybe

the last thing we can know

is that home

is always right here with us —

Always has been

Always will be —

But we can’t know anything

before we’re willing to receive it.

What is this shift?

— Delivery of all promises —

To our journey, some sense of purpose,

Some clarity about our destination,

Some hope that we will find

the resources to lift us

higher than this hypnotizing mire

Higher than the prizes

of cheap objects made in China

Beyond the sense of being best

or being right, or simply being tired . . . 

Till we arrive

And maybe

the last truth we can receive

is that we never left.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 2, 2013