Between

Alone, I find myself drifting

in some odd space between hunger and tears.

The day is benign, and everything is breathing —

Clearly, it all knows that breath is gratitude,

and that it’s enough to fully engage with it,

taking in and releasing 

in the dance of mutual blessing

It almost seems I could join with it.

It almost seems like something I could never leave,

something I have never left.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 7, 2018