And the vision was flying beside me
like the flock of birds suddenly
at my shoulder, as we walked
near the shore
It touched on
layers of worlds
and how a shift in focus
can operate on each one —
the world of sound,
the world of light in a father’s eyes,
the nexuses of casual intersection
And it said:
All your longings will flow out
of all containers where you try to hold them,
they will turn from light to lead along the street,
but the brightness you desire
is yours, now and always —
it sits, in willing ease,
upon your brow.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 23, 2018
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