Draw Me

Draw me in, hold me close.

If there never was safety

in the circles that we drew

around ourselves, around our clan,

defining insiders and outside,

making structural strength

in the arc of joining arms

If there never was a safety

of tastes, of languages —

if all this is, as we see,

unceremoniously swept away

(that, or eaten steadily from inside)

There still is safety

in the unity of what we are,

the blessedness we sense as ours,

and the desire for it that always

draws us to our source

Draw me in,

for here is where we find

the common breath, the common voice

that sings us ever

safe and sound

resounding through our days.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 8, 2016