Today

I will fly up quickly,

pressing my open parts forward

for maximum contact

against my source,

against the light that calls me,

that owns me,

that I know is mine

I will take in,

until the point of saturation,

all that bright liquid joy,

until it drips,

streams from me,

and I’m held at the quick

of the wick of non-consuming flame

that quenches every thirst

I will raise my arms

and turn outward

to see how we all have risen —

Liquid stars that call each other

bracingly

across the intimacy

of boundless space.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 14, 2013