Real

The loop and curl

of hunger met,

the kiss of being needed,

the feeling in one’s body

of being beloved

and what it does

to the curve of one’s form

We live for these things.

which we find as we plant ourselves

face to the earth,

wet with the dew of heaven,

taking seven times, or as long as it takes

to enter the territory

where no words have been there yet,

where they must arise

out of the ground of experience,

long enough after the fact

to truly be real.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 5, 2017