It happened when
the air grew thick
as toffee candy
and love slipped into the cupboard
behind a rack full of old clothes.
That is when the lights broke and a new view
came headlong in – one that feels like
holding hands out, spread and still
under placid waters or like
a photo charged with self-contained life.
That is when I stopped speaking about
the same large dream. That was the day I walked up
the stairs and accepted the marks across the wall, dents
in the doors and my aging fingernails.
It happened then like a quote upon my door, read and
re-read at each failing moment.
It happened and has not stopped –
less words now
less of everything and less of the burden
of its heavy worth.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “BEATNIK”
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