Not Too Late

It’s not too late

to feel blessed,

though eyes be turned toward sleep,

though goals be given up on,

though consciousness

has wandered off

into various fields

where grasses

are going to seed

and small flowers

hold court with many 

peculiar bugs

It’s not too late to be blessed —

look — you’re there already

in the sweet breath of summer night,

in the dream welcoming call

of warm blankets and chilly wind.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 7, 2017