Even when things aren’t passed down directly,
father to son, mother to daughter,
even when things that happen
tear great holes
in community, in continuity,
these threads still have a way of catching,
clasp on some level
that was never severed,
and the elixir of life
refreshes itself,
giving rise to what feels like
brand new light,
though it’s been here, latent, all along.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 25, 2023