Changes

The only place we’ve ever lived

is in the place where we can never die.

This isn’t what it looks like,

these days, these goals —

whatever I have thought of them before —

these changes . . . 

Now I’ll keep paying attention

to what lights us up

deep down at the source,

what makes us live and move

before we even enter all the surface fray

This isn’t what it looks like

but it is something. Indeed,

it overrides whatever I had thought —

these changes, this which never changes.

This which I may find to be enough.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 1, 2018