Dream Light

The light comes through

the suboceanic dream,

through folds and fissures,

growing green with distance

through the deep transparencies,

reflecting and refracting

down and down towards where we sleep

We will follow all of its lines —

we’ll call them story —

We’ll look for something

that will bring us out,

or closer to it 

We’ll always choose

whichever one seems brightest

in our unceasing struggle

to find the real light,

the one whose rays

have found their way

to all these stories,

which they can be touched with

but never contain.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 15, 2015

photo by Heather Mulhern