Feel the spreading distance,
my arms no longer reaching,
feel the melancholy seeping
as fingertips stretch empty
Feel the joining current
that holds each of us,
feel the way we’re flowing
in the same direction,
feel the sweet way our connection
is assured by simply coursing
in the same stream
Though the constellations of our friendships
may shift like clouds, may wander and disperse,
we’ll share the resonance
of what is filling us,
we’ll be the rushing song that fills our ears.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 1, 2017
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