Uplifted

Lift me gently

as rising tide

lifts seaweed in tide pools

so their strands can float freely

and wave in the current

untangled, unmatted

in shimmering softness

drinking the sun through the water

Lift me gently

supporting the whole of me,

letting me move in the sweet understanding

that I am upheld

and don’t need to hold myself up —

All that I am

swims delighted in you.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 4, 2015