Above

And for now

I can sit like a low cloud

above the scenery,

I can be within the rain,

it can be something

that isn’t falling,

or it is, but I’m still here

There is a peace,

a suffusion of quiet glows,

a sense of being untouched

by what moves below,

letting my being be determined

not by my will or effort,

but by what moves in me

and makes me what I am.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 11, 2020