Hand in Hand

Everything drained out of the day

with the early rain —

our warmth, our prospects —

and we were left empty

in the isolation

of the cold dampness

But then quickly

the substance began to return,

the sense of walking hand in hand

with infinity,

feeling the sustenance flow in,

filling the spaces between

our needy queries

and the non answers

Until finally, in the clearing

in the late afternoon,

we were rich in all the places

we had felt bereft —

we could offer

warmth to others,

and sweet dreams,

and confidence

that every need is met.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 18, 2017