Softening

 

In this moment of afternoon

I walk in quiet wonder
through a subtle quality - the day
softened by tears,
softened by sweet conversation
that went on last night long after dark,
softened by the relief of finding a next step
out of a tight place

There are fewer words in my head,
and that is softer,
and the sun and breeze are softening each other,
and we can have direction
without being driven,
and we can have this day,
uninfluenced by time.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 29, 2021