snow melting, drips of rain coming down,
subtle elusive smells - cabbage? mammal?
crunch of crusted slush under my boots
I can't tell you why
a smile circles around and catches me
from behind, from within,
or why the sense of something poignant
hovers, just beyond recognition
Once again I feel
waves of understanding, of forgiveness,
of remorse - of letting these be phases
in the crumbling of old perspectives
so truth can align to hold the
infinitely weighty but perfectly balanced place
where we can hold each other
in exquisite trust.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 30, 2021
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