There may be
a hundred little pieces
that don’t fit,
that jar and grate against each other
and squeak
And they may also seem
supremely unimportant —
the solution as irrelevant
as it is hard
I can’t even ask you
to take heart,
Can’t advise that you stay
or leave
And yet I see you
in sweet ease,
in light laughter
that will bubble up
like expanding earth
and change everything,
shining your dreams till they’re true.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 23, 2014
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