Not me, not you,
not the accumulation
of our feats and foibles,
not our prowess, not our evolving,
not the challenges we’ve met
or failed to conquer

But rather, the willing leaving
of all those stories, all those chains,
responding to what calls
the radical insides, the rawest
and purest of desires,
that which, when we ride with it,
thrums us alive,
each moment more
than we could imagine

This is where, meeting,
we will be amazed with each other
and at the same time, with ourselves —
this is where we’ll tell ourselves,
over and over,
yes and yes, yes and yes and yes.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 6, 2017