like crowds dispersing when the show is done —
our thoughts linger, wander, mill,
look for some remaining meaning
There are things we take with us
like small gifts tucked in pockets
to look at later in a quiet moment
Not sure what to do next
we feel the lightness
and the layered weight
of what we witnessed,
what we learned
All the while our love
moves into the spaces
ready to show us
as we emerge
how to make sense of it all.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 28, 2017
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