we take, under the high sky,
not that we’ve walked here before,
but we are guided
by the tall grass
and the persistent wind
and a sense of direction
that has suddenly emerged within
These are times of moving,
knowing our steps teach us
in ways our projections couldn’t,
receiving their secret knowledge
through our feet
This is why we are here,
we think, and hardly wonder
how we could have called it living,
passive in the shadow
of what the big box told us
before we walked from it,
before we were free.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 10, 2017
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