Being

In one moment, I felt myself released

from time, from space, from history —

I saw my being as comprised of

what I’d always thought was hope

but now I saw was truth,

the impulse given me,

the exclamation of my presence

which nothing can diminish

In another moment, standing

freshly in the garden,

with the rain stopped

and all the scents rising

in the open gratitude

for all this life given,

I was clearly here,

attached to these particulars,

still with this purpose

of being joy.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 29, 2016