on this ride that carries us
with glacial ponderosity
along a course in which we have
neither steerage nor vision —
just the slight sinking feeling
that we are moving. Maybe
at the speed of days, maybe slower
We look for grace
in the things that feed us —
smiles and conversation,
progress in our work,
the glow that comes from being kind
We will find a music for these times,
we will use it to fly
a few feet off the ground,
just enough to give us delight,
just enough to feel alive.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 30, 2016
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