Living at the cambium

I start to understand

living at the cambium —

that thin and vibrant layer

between structure and protection

where everything is new-born

and anything can change

I may have viewed my life

projected over time

as some determined specimen

which could be judged and graded

and would end

But here in this experience

of ever-new creation

in the eager greening 

before the form —

this place of generation

which pushes out the growing tips

and thrives,

There is no noun of me,

no stepping back for an assessment,

no self-image, nothing to defend,

just this new greenness,

this reverberating verb, 

the forming of a now that never ends.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 25, 2013