Fluidity

From flashes in the corner of my eye

I start to sense

that what I operationally

have called reality

is completely fluid,

unanchored as water —

Which helps explain

the many times I’ve fallen through

when leaning into something

that I thought was real.

What I have called reality

is as fluid as thought

and changes just as deftly

as a dream —

Not only in the sense of what is now,

but also in my thought

of everything that’s gone before

Fluid as thought

And anchored only in the forces

that control its waves

that weave the grand and languid dance

that nothing stops —

Each impulse’s momentum

playing out its power

Nothing forgotten

in the rolling course of life.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 25, 2013