And who were you, and who was I
but lights connecting,
pulling out the filament of hope,
on and on, a constant stream
even as the loops and partnerings
within the dance
wove and rewove,
some splendid knot forming
of which we were not aware
or hardly —
the streaming light remaining
the one strong constant
till the smile that dawned in you
lit up the circle,
and as we wove that, too,
it brought us all in.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 26, 2019