In the absence of pillows
and space to stretch out,
I still traveled well,
in the company of angels,
in the comfort of belonging
wherever I was,
richly entertained
with memories and gratitude
for what I’m learning,
and eyes to see the kindness of others
and their joys,
and the freedom
that tucks me in with all the space around me,
charging all with potent portent,
setting me down at journey’s end,
perpetually home.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 11, 2015
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