Lyric Body

My lyric body dances on sound,

Skips along the logs at Richmond Beach,

Leans into the lift of wind,

Sings the tunes that rise up in response

This is the flow 

of joy-impelled intent

which moves to celebrate the balances

of all that breathes in concert with the day

and all the ways it touches

and is touched

This is not the mechanism

I was taught was me,

nor yet a chassis I inhabit —

This is the one that flies in dreams

and also here, perhaps,

in the rich euphoria

spanning all my arcs,

connecting me.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 20, 2014