this place where we have
folded and fallen,
where shadows soften
all around us
and our edges
blur in darkness
There are things here
I can’t talk about to anyone
though I keep trying to imagine who
There is a place where
we have breathed together
and this will have to do,
I will need to be sustained
through the long silence
by some kind of a trust moment —
at its necessary time
everything will come clear.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 3, 2017
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