Learning Myself

I will distill this moment,

put it by,

and others like it

till I understand

And I will move in joy like the wind,

Untrammeled by a predetermined form,

I will be in the place I need most,

the place I am most needed —

It will be

a susurrus of tender willow,

the balm of blossom scent, 

a ripple’s laugh,

It will be

the nexus of nourishment

and the incubation place for things to come

I will be that sudden curl

around the chakras

that clasps the anchor 

to what can’t be moved,

and so procures its counterweight,

unfettered freedom

In that day, though I won’t be defined

in any way I’ve ever known,

I’ll know myself most deeply

and be home.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 7, 2014