To a woman at Fred Meyer’s

You are not your shopping cart

nor the objects in it,

nor the course it rolls on the ground

with its creaky clumsiness

You are not the tracks through your life

that bring you here

to the bright lights

and the high aisles

with their choices of nothingness

You are not the cage-like strictures

for which you make up your face

and hair, and clothing,

you are not the brittle, limited options

of what to be in this world

You are amazing.

And you are sovereign —

In your being

is the understanding

of how to walk free,

in your hands

the limitless richness

that comes from your source,

the infinite power to bless,

the simple end

to this atrocious farce,

the dynamo inherent in

I Am.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 11, 2016