Awakening

Another layer of dissolving dream

sits like mist a little distant from my eyes

I peer to see the sun — pale disk,

emerging

Asserting its dominion on the day

The mist, dispersing, opens out my vision

The ground, now oddly solid

sends its message through my soles:

This is the earth on which you have been walking

This is the contact that will find you whole

I realize that I’d wondered why, while grasping

at all those things, I never really held one

Or why in running towards those goals

I never reached them,

Why the teachers’ lessons

Felt confusing, hopeless, boring

Why I always plodded

When I felt I should be soaring —

Now I know.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 6, 2013