like stepping onto a thing that flies -
in your exhilaration, to still keep steady,
to get yourself up on a plane
and whoop across the waves
There is an art to this, a balance,
but the principle is steady,
so if you fall, you can regroup -
all the forces will still be there
to catch you up again
when you are ready
And grace, it seems,
is like the wind, and also
like your wings that catch it -
you ride the moment
right through the gusts of it,
whoop in mounting joy
across the day.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 29, 2022
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