As soon as I pull myself
out of the fray
and give myself enough time
for things to settle,
the glow of presence
makes itself known,
fresh and still as morning
Called to account for it
I’m rendered silent
but the lift that cleaves to soaring wings
attests to the same presence
that bears me ever up.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 27, 2019
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