Lots of people would have had stuff to say,
opinions on appropriate directions
Where was my intuition?
Why had I not been honing it through many years?
How could I have thought
it was unreachable or optional?
If I had known better,
could I have done better?
If I had done better
where might we be?
This wave comes over me and passes through
and in its ebb I feel again
how I was grounded.
There will be other waves —
when they recede
the light will gleam again along the sheening sand.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 20, 2018
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