Thursday, December 12, 2019

My Days



What I call me
has gotten used to
the act of work,
the fact of traveling

My breath has learned
how to continue steady,
my arms and hands
have learned to move ready,
my mind is quiet in the awe
of what is being shown
step by step, goal by goal,
poem by poem.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 12, 2019

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