Motes of the Moment

I must be tired from leaning forward,

he says. Too much living in the future,

in the plans, in the questions

of how to make everything

come out right

Yes, let’s take a break,

let’s lean into the day, ride for awhile

on the motes of the moment

and the three-caw council of crows

and letting it all go,

even the leaning.

Let the day come to me, he says.

At its own pace.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 28, 2015