Until The Ladder Shows
You answer me,
not with an antidote
but by putting a pillow under
the dragging day.
You answer me,
not speaking of summer
but of sustaining.
Any onlooker could see
my shrinking scenery
but never know
the way you showed me a pebble-stone path
over the high hills and muddy terrain.
You answer me with minimal deliverance,
delicately stepping through this grief-inducing wilderness,
tree-like, moon-like, zen-like
you slide under my veil to add a little colour.
You answer with candle light, not gold,
but answering. And I accept with grateful sighs
this balcony to stand on
while fire consumes each corner of my fallen rooms.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Boston Poetry Magazine”
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