Interim

There’s a place for us at the table —

it’s not the raucous one, at the center of things.

It’s close enough to take in all the life

but far enough that we can move away

without a fuss, when we are done.

We circle, still, at the periphery,

and it feels good to be here

where we can observe but not be known,

where we can belong

but not be called upon.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 5, 2018