Lest I be overwhelmed
by edges, the places beyond which
I cannot know
Lest I toss my anchor
into shrouded future
and be pulled on and down
into its undertow
Let me stay firm,
focused on here and now,
let me find the depth
of what I do understand —
what I experience,
what I can harvest
as surely in this winter
as many seasons later.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 15, 2019
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