If stars are pinpricks
in the sheet of night,
if everywhere there is a tear
reveals a burst of light,
if every glimpse of truth
calls forth a clearer sight,
let’s look again to see
what things are made of
Across the waves, across the sky,
in every blink between the views,
there is a place where we can try
to change the focus, find new clues
To rip the veil, to see beyond
the playbook written for our lives,
to where the wonder cracks the seams
and wells up in our hearts and minds,
and from our gait within the rhythmic beat
we have to stop
because this life is far more brilliant
than what we could describe.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 25, 2020
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