Importunity

I press myself down

importunate

into the hollow

of my desire,

Wet with storm,

so rendered pliable,

cleaving in to feel the contact

at every point

For this is how I reconnect myself

with my creator

This is how I know

everything I am to be,

this is how I give up

all the dividing space,

all the illusion of separation

I press myself deep

into my desire,

I let myself be wet,

I wait.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 26, 2015