Borne

Make no resolutions,

Assay no regimen:

This — who you are —

is out of your hands

Nor does it belong to

those desiccated voices,

hollow echoes of disapproval

tunneled down the years,

speaking through the mouthpieces

of relatives and teachers (and yourself),

standing in for experts,

Knowing nothing

Your perfection is as close

as the little hitch of breath

that comes in the space between

the leaping and the falling

and the rush of being borne up

in the ever humming

affirmation of you.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 25, 2014