in intersecting circles,
leaning out, leaning in
we hold each other up,
supported on so many sides
by one and then another,
supporting most, perhaps,
when feeling that we’re falling,
and our reach for help
reveals a trust
that feeds the ones that catch us
This is how we live,
tracing the flower of life
in endless variations,
nourished by the current
of our circuit.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 23, 2016
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