Under

No answers, please —

no answers from me, anyway.

Let me go down

to that place far underneath the words

where the rich shadows

snuggle like blankets,

soft undulations of somber colors,

and the subtle hammock swing

rocks me to stillness,

weighty as sleep

tugging me deep

to where the silent waters

wait to spring.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 13, 2015