that all this time
we couldn’t have been
holding ourselves up?
(As scientists posit “dark matter”
because there isn’t enough substance
in the known universe
to pull itself together)
(As it is clear
that if we needed to rely
on our paltry interactions
to create love,
we could never do it)
When the mighty rush
of Love, its sheer infinity,
bears us up, carries us along,
powers our swoops,
becomes our song,
then we know what holds us,
what held us all along.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 5, 2017
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