As quick as a wistful desire
flitted across my thought
like a tree limb’s shadow, in the breeze,
came in the solid underpinning
as an invitation,
and, as quick as that,
we fluttered free

A little time to pack,
a little time to tend to newly planted trees,
and we’ll be off, while it’s still cool,
in the morning

Leaving behind the calculations
of all the things we have to do,
sensing the boon of this,
a reset, and a chance
to clarify our view.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 2, 2021