Fall line

I’m willing to go

whatever way I’m led,

to move forward

without forecast —

no projections of the path,

no resolutions

I’m willing to let

the weight of truth

bear me towards my source,

ever following the fall line,

ever unpredicted,

often winding,

always exactly right

In this place,

at this time

held in the poise

of the law

that makes me

what I am.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 11, 2014