Living

We abandon the paper cut-outs

and start to work with the real thing:

The dimensions are astonishing —

we could take years just reveling

in these curves, these planes, these hollows

to say nothing of movement

and that amazing contiguity

that remains itself while changing form

minutely and infinitely, the very breathing of it,

let alone the leaps and curls

and then there is the blessed heat,

the contact

and the wind-engendering spins

This has nothing to do

with where we were playing before.

Our hearts race to be here,

we keep waking up, more and more.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 25, 2015