Solid Ground

I keep walking

and my steps grow firmer

as my trusts grow truer

I left behind the slippery trust

in the touted plums of living —

the narrow measures of success,

the things to brag about at parties

And then I had some other trusts —

the smooth progression of my life’s trajectory,

indefinite enduring of relationships —

dear trusts that failed me, too

And when I let them go,

I find something else underneath everything:

There may be many names for it,

but none that truly name it.

I sink in, and touch my feet

to solid ground.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 31, 2015