there is a whoosh
a great release
some call it let down
or bitter sweet
but it’s not quite either
each event filled so
with creativity, inspiration, delight, wonder, community,
connections, love, passion, enthusiasm, joy, blessing, rush of fullness~
how can there not be
a great whoosh
a lovely let down
a beautiful bitter sweet
anymore I know it comes
I expect it maybe even can admit to seeing it there
nose on paws resting just outside my door
patiently
it knows
there is no being
rid of it
the whoosh belongs after the rush
no other way
so I contend
and I acknowledge
and I trust
persevering in what I know to be true
forging ahead in, through, and to
I am never left long in the whoosh
and look forward to the always returning rush