Flash Flood

In retrospect

it all seems so familiar —

the heady feeling of approaching mastery,

the sense of having found a solid answer

and the immediate response

of some overwhelming inundation —

a storm in my internal weather,

an interpersonal nor’easter,

or some flash flood to carry off

all my pat conclusions,

forcing me to let myself be washed through,

re-oriented, stripped of all pretensions,

surrendering, as ever,

to the larger wisdom

to clarify my sense

and make me new.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 19, 2014