Collective

In this place of everybody’s tears,

it feels amiss to have opinions —

better to let the collective pool deepen,

better to hear the cleansing music

of the quiet drops

and let the gathered ocean

sigh and shift, pour in, recede,

find its common rhythm,

sweep us up within its cycling waves,

rock us, rock us, till our sobs subside

till our restive motion

finds its restful ease.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 18, 2017