Cradle

Catch me up in the echo of wind

blowing through the dark

with the comfort of miles traversed

up along the coast and through the city,

journeys of clouds and rain bringing promise

of the year’s steady, steadying turning

Let my wistfulness, that longed

to be wrapped and held,

be cradled in this,

the purpose that works its

equalizing movement

all through the night.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 1, 2015