Now you see it, now you don’t

It isn’t that I’ve lost the will to live,

it’s just that I’m so tired

of how I keep on running back

to the same old holes,

empty though they’ve always been —

keep on anticipating

that my thirst will finally be quenched

What does it take

to not be left again along the bank —

to ride the flow all the way down

to where I lose those habits

of seeking where there’s nothing

and missing the deep healing of the day?

©Wendy Mulhern

May 24, 2018