Attention

Now that my hope is fully uncoupled

from the day’s outcomes,

now that it holds itself

in its own light,

I can see shoots sprouting

where before, perhaps,

the weight of my wishes

would have smothered them

I have no wishes,

only conviction

that every living thing

forms in this sacred space

of weightless hope,

nurtured to fruition

by the attention,

in wave form contiguity,

to every breath.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 25, 2019