Transition

rain falling like grace

falling grace

the rain can’t fall from —

as every drop falls,

grace is what stays

soft melting edges —

somewhere, the will disappears

and the form begins to meld

with what it’s pressed up against,

yielding, yielding itself —

a bleeding from form

of its essence

till form dissolves

while the essence now flows

with new purpose

and insistence

down the next fall line

into the next crack

onward with ever-seeking

curiosity 

into the next adventure.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 23, 2014