No more answers

Well, there may be answers

but they’re not pre-packaged,

not catalogued, not stored away

to be pulled out when mildly relevant,

slapped into self-congratulating use

The only answers

must rise integrally from the brew,

kambucha mothers to the moment’s process —

They are not for solving things

but for savoring

the slow, unlabored turn toward resolution,

the feeding and the growth

of what is formed when we’re together

when our seeking hunger

is answer to each other

We live here —

Not in the artifact

but in our living thought —

the new, the quick,

the nourishment

of what we each have brought.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 4, 2014