Open Flight

I let out all my breath,

I pause,

wait for the touch point,

wait for where I can catch

the feeling and the timing

of your breath rising

so I can ride up with you

to the high ledge

and perch there till you’re ready

to swoop down

With every breath

I’m reaching inward

through the layers of our facades,

our constructs,

feeling for the inner contact

where we have flown

under the barriers

and can soar freely

in the vast common realm

where we have seen each other,

recognized our respective infinities,

have been seen by each other.

Ah, bliss! — open flight

in the pure laughter of recognition,

in the silvered harmony

of inner song.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 16, 2015