Surrender

I’ll take what is given,

this storm, with roaring winds

and rain that slaps itself through screens

and runs down panes,

this sleep,

these people whose threads

are so deeply interwoven with my fabric

that we feel each other’s tug,

each other’s strength,

this truth, which settles out

(today, in luminescent teal)

so clear, so unassailable,

awaiting, but not demanding

my surrender, my return

to where I was before the world began.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 27, 2018