Ephemeral

In the course of days

we are swept up like rain,

carried along to some swift beating purpose,

let to fall across the land

moving at the hand of wind

through encounters poignant and unplanned,

dissipated like mist, lifted by sun,

the immediacy of now

making us forget

what we may have outlined

for ourselves

A more distant eye

will see patterns,

will see destiny, perhaps,

and some higher design —

what we serve, how we bless,

the breath of life that orchestrates

the cycles in which we move,

timelessness.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 22, 2017