It’s Universal

You may be rising

but the tide is, too —

we don’t go anywhere alone

Landmarks fall away,

measurements, too —

we can’t compare,

so much is new,

so much is felt in the attention

to these moments, all subsuming

as they are

Try to notice one

in the fleeting space of a thought,

try to hold it through the scrim

of day to day

If you miss this one,

the rhythm will come round again,

the place to grasp, in here and now,

infinity.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 29, 2019