In This Garden
I stir from the motionless depths,
coming close to the new face
that wants to be my own.
Harsh like light to the sleeping eye,
my roots are torn and my seed
is yet of the earth.
I reach back and then beyond -
all my poems are with me now,
the accumulation of my dance,
the rejoicing, and the coldness of loss.
Around – so close to the daylight.
If I had lived before, then now I am thrown
behind the door where eternity, not life abides.
Mortal year that has replaced my air
with this huffing and bewilderment -
how strong was the wave that has washed me over.
There are great things to come, though death
has forever changed the shape of my smile.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Poetry Nook”
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