State of the Union

Traversing once again

the thoughtscapes

we have created

and called the world,

I see so many fractured structures,

so many castles

that clearly are pretend,

the fabrications

of such manipulations

that what I find most hard to understand

is how we ever thought they’d hold our weight.

But wait —

Even now they are shifting

more clearly into dream

and we are still standing,

yet not on nothing,

So there must be 

(and must have always been)

something here that holds us up,

some essential structure

that is not broken

and will sustain us still

when everything falls down.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 5, 2013