Clear

Let my heart be soft,

let it release constrictions,

let me trade in my judgments

for innocence

Let my breath be full,

let my soul feel its expansion,

let me trade in my regrets

for forgiveness

This is a time of freshness,

two nights’ thunderstorms 

achieving crispness on the second morning,

the hot thickness, for now,

cleared from the day,

This is a time for clear eyes, too,

scratchy opinions

all washed away.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 24, 2016