We are blessed —
Blessed by the way summer
flits around us, holds us light
in its chime-full, fragrant air,

Blessed by the sudden
wistfulness that rises
in the lengthening of shadows,
Blessed by the lofty clouds
and the fingered rays
that stream upward and eastward
from the sun

Blessed by the freedom
that hovers about us
in this moment —
brief as the weightlessness
at the top of a jump
but euphoric nonetheless.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 3, 2014