Deeper

Beneath the pale etchings I have called my life,

something momentous moves,

something that fills out

more dimensions than I can count

Something so ultimately satisfying

that all I have attended to before —

all the inept scratchings,

all the lines I tried to set in place,

and what was scribbled over all my efforts

by other hapless hands —

amount to nothing

I settle myself

into the deeper motion

and am at peace.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 14, 2018