Glimmer

I can’t talk about this

because it’s too big —

bigger than a library of books

on how to find yourself, redeem yourself,

improve . . .

I must talk about this

because it’s so big —

big as the ocean’s crinkled surface,

responsive to each eddy,

every breath of wind . . . 

I touch my feet to earth.

Beyond all words, I feel 

the intersection of the circles,

every pulse connected,

tracing back to where I am enfolded,

and enfold the whole —

A glimmer of the key to everything,

big enough to satisfy my soul.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 31, 2014