like jumping with delight
into a cold river,
bright as the sun edge
on the still shining far bank,
mirthful as submersion
where the clean cold is most welcome,
happy and wobbly like trying to
balance on slippery shifting stones
My body feels giddy
before the momentous proposition
of immortality
and the goodness of everything
and the clear conviction
of being rescued
from a sad dream.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 28, 2016
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