Light Lines

In a departure

abrupt or gradual

as leaving a dream,

I grasp onto light lines

I find them in faces,

in flickers of hope,

in the never-completely-hidden

desire to be seen

I see them in the eye-catching

that perceives a sly joke

and sends cascades of laughter

into the shared space

I see you, Oh, I see you

riding strong along your current,

throwing off the crust of

who I might have thought you were

As I, too, flow out from my crust,

swifter than lava,

carrying my new form

out into the light of day.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 2, 2015