Squiggle

I search for inspiration

and see the bright image squiggle,

naked as a sunbeam,

upward and out of grasp

except my mind

is its medium,

so it can’t escape —

it can only

open out my sight

to where I see it

blending like heat rising,

releasing its radiance

into a greater shimmer,

bringing me there with it,

breathing the broad freedom

of communion.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 23, 2015