that were never fiber,
that turn out not to have
even the substance of thread
or the chain of a story
They dissolve like dreams in the morning,
and my footing, too, must realign itself
to day's dimensions, to gravity's
orientation
Every unraveling is a reveal -
that which is there after it's gone
will teach us substance.
Our being there after it's gone
shows us our place.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 6, 2022
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