Wheel

This. 

The rolling contact,

touch and touch,

release, release,

a press that won’t oppress

in its onward moving ease

Only in this now

resides the meaning that it brings,

Around, around, it follows

in its strong revolving ring

Here we stay connected

but not confined,

Here we are perfected —

touch aligned.

Here, in our close movement

we define

the newest edges where we are aware.

This is the touch along the wheel,

our dance, where we evolve,

This is how we heal,

how we renew our love.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 4, 2014