After, after all

There is, in our connection, wonder.

Afterwards, when hollow longing

dogs our door,

let us remember:

All the light we forged

still glows within,

and the spark that made it

never lacks the fuel

to start a warming blaze

and to sustain the joy and purpose

that charmed us so, before —

There’s no cold aftermath

to anything that’s meaningful.

We live, after all, in the adventure —

we live the bright unfolding dance of life.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 21, 2018