The rising of this vision
is like flocks of birds coming home,finding their familiar perches,
claiming their habitat
It's like toes and fingers waking up
after a deep dream,
finding their stretch,
feeling alive to the morning's call
It's like singing a line and finding
others singing harmony,
the rich vibration of the blended chord
an uplifting surprise,
something that can carry you
farther than you knew you were going.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 2, 2021
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