Homeward

Sometimes the extent of

what doesn’t matter in the least —

doesn’t matter anymore or never did —

seems ready to drown me

So far removed these tracks have gone

from anything that nourishes,

any reason anyone could see

to go and do it for another day

And yet the gleams of what’s precious

shine out somehow, from every moving being —

May that light grow stronger from within

and guide them, guide us —

all along our homeward way.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 22, 2018