Glimpses

How can you describe the glimpsing of this truth?

You see it like a deer in the woods,

suddenly revealed by a shift in shadow,

Then it’s gone —

Gone to your eyes at least —

You know it’s there,

and if you focus in just right

you’re sure you’ll see it.

You see it like a color —

white-rimmed mauve upon the water,

flickering and disappearing

till you find its source

in the sunset sky

and then you see it

repeated in great swaths across the lake.

It’s like a snatch of song

So sweet and haunting to your inward ear

But which you can’t quite hum

because you don’t quite know it.

Wait. Be still. You’ve called for it

And so, in its time, it will come.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 19, 2013