Something Completely Different

Mat of roots at water’s edge,

persistent wind blowing

damp and gray,

steely sparkles from sun

mostly obscured by clouds,

hope seeping up into the day

We’ll take this time of change,

we’ll sink our teeth into it —

no point in trying to hide from it,

no point in getting lost

in the drift

We can have guidance,

we can be lifted —

this doesn’t have to be

all about falling.

There can be health.

There can be

finding the way.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 10, 2017