Suspended

I seek an education of ripples,

of boats, of geese with goslings,

a blowing through me of sweet June wind

whereby I may be informed

The afternoon hums with people

and the chorus of suburban machines

thrashing at grass, at hedges,

Flotsam of the day, fallen in the slow river,

floats down

I am not confused

but something is unfinished —

something asking me to pray.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 1, 2014