Shift

We see the buildings crumble,

rubble all around,

we feel the wrenching,

hear the crying —

dizzy lurch —

no solid ground

One scene shifts to another

and everything keeps falling —

constructs of the hierarchy,

constructs of the mind

It all keeps falling faster,

solid forms

glide  and disappear like snow

losing every reference

till we let go

Dawn requires no edifice.

Dawn, in its imperative

reveals itself. Nothing else

can hold an image,

nothing else makes sense.

So we lift our eyes to take it in —

the one true fact.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 6, 2018