The Moments of My Knowing

I had a hunger today

that paced around looking

for what would satisfy,

coming up short

time and time again

I wanted that hardwood core,

that heartwood coal

whose glow spread clear and even

with a heat that burnt through

all illusions,

resolving the confusions

of generations of lost souls,

the weariness, the giving up,

the vague loss of attention

that set us drifting

(even as I was today)

in search of something

we have lost the definition for

So to become lost

in a body not of my choosing,

so to be self-punished

for all my shortcomings

When truthfully the center

of my satisfaction

is something that I own

and am able to fulfill,

daily, in the moments of my knowing,

here, in the place I am aware.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 17, 2017