Sky Desire

 

This is not quite an attraction
to those that are broken,
not quite attachment
to being broken,
liquid viscous, puddling out

This focus on the dark thick quick
and the way light shines bright
on the slick of black
is not the crux of the thing.
The pull is to go through,
the bubble closing back behind me,
space stretching huge, opening ever out

The desire is to bring back
the essence of sky
and the way to find it lofting out inside,
lifting up the prospects
from where they had been caged,
shining them out,
as sky is always vast,
releasing them into their freedom.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 31, 2022

Evening in the house

 

It's evening, and the things I'd love to do
line up behind the chores,
which briskly assert
their right to go first,
and some of the other things sigh,
thinking they'll fade away again
for who knows how long

Still I am grateful,
for the chores, too, and how
I'm well set up to do them,
and maybe one of the other things
will get the happy surprise
of being tended to -
mending, or reading, or writing  -
I'll sit here by the fire and see what comes
to fill my hands and mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 30, 2022

What we are made of

 

Joy is our carbon,
what we pull from air,
what we use to grow our essence,
what we use to make home
and sanctuary,
shelter and support
for all that we hold dear

We pull joy from the air
and give off that which blesses
other life, and, too, ourselves

Everything we've ever made
we've made from joy -
it is our gift, our legacy, our contribution.
Joy's traces will forever show
where we have lived.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 28, 2022

The underpinnings of existence

 

And when I look up from my pages
the evidence is everywhere  -

The psalm of geese
calling and curving
through the foggy frosty morning

The murmur of the fire -
its warming flames
an acclamation of release,
the gratitude to be delivered
into a lighter phase of being

A road into the brightening day,
fog lifting to reveal the opening  -
steps enough to know the way
to place my feet - feet flexing
in anticipation, journey awaiting.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 27, 2022

Recording of book event

 For your viewing and listening pleasure (I hope) here's a link to the recording of my recent book event:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4btxcylumWo&ab_channel=ThirdPlaceBooksEvents

Rest

 

I settle into my sleepiness
like it's a soft chair
that sends rest up through me,
growing like fast vines
to form a cradling network

There is so much more to do,
but I've fallen, gratefully,
into the willingness to let it go another day,
to let the wave of eagerness
catch up to me again
so I can ride it
through the next phase of my work.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 25, 2022

Colors

 

The eye can gaze on beauty,
on the dance and glance of color  -
how one settles into another,
how the conversation of contrast
and family membership
can keep one entranced

Well, me in particular  -
I keep delighting in the colors,
how enchantingly they blend
and set each other off,
and catch reflections of each other
in their sheen. They sing to me
as if I had chosen them,
as if I had planned this all out.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 24, 2022