In the morning, I felt reflective
on the constructs I have held up,
and held dear, then shed like clothes,
like skin

Later, I felt connected
with the source of everything,
I felt embodiment
like a forming crest, like cambium

And now, well after dark,
after this long summer day,
well past my bedtime,
I feel ready to be led,
like a lamb, like a child,
to a more constant praxis
of my Truth.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 15, 2022