Reconsidering

Well, actually,

I don’t want to be the one

to do the talking

(Steam still rolling off of my indignant thoughts,

which mostly, to the mercy of the peace,

were never given breath)

I’m tired already, from their

pacing around inside the cage

of my surprise,

Rattling my words, finding them

deficient

It’s not enough that I deny them voice

They need to change, to find a higher mission

Somehow these thoughts

must all return to calm

So I consider:

Do I want to choose my friends, my loves,

on grounds of shared opinions,

so we can lie together

flat along the plane that we have chosen?

Or do I want to own

all the dimensions,

To spread out free, in an embrace

that hugs us all,

Transcending any scorn or condemnation?

Thank you. Right.

I won’t be duped to carrying that baggage on the plane

So I release all this from thought

to dwell in peace again.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 15, 2013