to the banks of a strong river,
as if taking off my shoes,
as if feeling the rapid daunting coolness,
and considering immersion
So I come
to the certainty of knowing
that all my temporality
must be turned in, given up,
exchanged for the existence
that precedes and follows time,
a state of being
too large and bright to be confined
in narrow, time dimensioned channels
I start to see the things I must give up -
some dear, some foolish -
and I feel,
if not now, soon,
I will be ready.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 2, 2021
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