Picture

Your being gone

tells me acutely

all this is dream,

all this is dream

I see its edges —

see where the tapestry

meets the loom,

the threads I chose,

how they were woven,

how they have made

what is depicted here

It isn’t sorrow

so much as recognition —

how what I thought and feared

became this picture,

and from this standpoint

my hope is greater

that I will see, sometime,

all that is real.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 14, 2019