Meeting Place

Not me, not you,

not the accumulation

of our feats and foibles,

not our prowess, not our evolving,

not the challenges we’ve met

or failed to conquer

But rather, the willing leaving

of all those stories, all those chains,

responding to what calls

the radical insides, the rawest

and purest of desires,

that which, when we ride with it,

thrums us alive,

each moment more

than we could imagine

This is where, meeting,

we will be amazed with each other

and at the same time, with ourselves —

this is where we’ll tell ourselves,

over and over,

yes and yes, yes and yes and yes.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 6, 2017