At One

Underneath the slow drift of thought

(so many horror stories how it got that way)

there lies the urge

wild as water

wild as virgin rivers

to reconcile

to flow together

to abandon all divisive tales

and breathe as one

None of us really wants anymore

to be the winner —

we have started to see

that when one of us loses

so do we all

and we have all lost so much already

that we are really desiring

to come home

to the place we are all washed clean

and we are all sorry 

and we are all forgiven

and we can start anew

to live at one.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 15, 2017