for there is plenty of power
in the framing of what is good,
in noticing
how eloquently each good thing
speaks for itself,
not needing to be defined
by absence, or by otherness,
not needing to be specified
as change from what has been
or what has been imagined
Each note of blackbird song,
each creaky goose call,
each evening frog chorus
shows the nature of good things -
finding their perfect tone
in the breath-held air.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 31, 2021
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