Full

This breath will lift you

to the very corners of your being —

nay, for your being is a plane

that extends infinite, far beyond

the page, the canvas

This breath will fill you instantly

although you are infinite —

you will rise at the brim point

of satisfaction, you will fly

in the full power of your wings

For indeed, though your presence

fills the field of all that you can see or know,

you still have locus to express the impulse

of your joy, you still can soar

along the contours of your love.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 13, 2016