Listing

Sometimes in moments

in between the trees

as my feet fall quiet on the walk,

I feel a tug that lists me slightly

to the left

and must remind myself

I’m through with pining,

through with indulging

that restless loneliness

that knows not what it wants

but feels bereft

I must remember

There isn’t anything

that, if I had, would make me happy,

there isn’t anything I lack,

and what I need

I carry here within me

and when I’m feeling lost,

it brings me back.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 23, 2016