I feel a little like this day —
partly cloudy, beautiful at times,
finding myself wishing
less for sun than rain

There is, as often, the scent of tears
that won’t quite precipitate,
a subtle suspension
that holds me from the lusty
and definitive bounce
into the fullest stride of life

Nothing to howl for —
All is in order —
This sense of dispersal
will, in time, resolve,
and I will leap and laugh
like sparkling sun, like rain.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 10, 2015