Nothing More

I find myself suddenly

very small,

very still,

glad enough to have

nothing to say,

profoundly relieved

to realize

I’m not my life’s designer

Even more, I see

that it has never been my job

to design or to evaluate

any other life.

I am small and still

in the great hush of seeing

All these lives are each their own,

yet meshed together

in a design so many spectra vaster

than I can even count

These lives, like mine

are loved with such tenderness

there’s nothing I can say about it.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 15, 2015