Rain in the morning
Rain in the morning,
grey steel is in the sky,
and in my eyes the colour
shows. The night’s fury kept me awake
since 3 am. My troubles are like spiders
that creep and curl along the
ceiling, hovering with the stillness
of death. I must keep going
though my body aches with fever
and my mind is prey to despair. I drink
necessity’s authority. To watch a loved-one suffer
is worse than shame, worse than feeling
futility collapse on your throat
or a weapon held at the head.
Rain in the morning. It is a mistake to
hurl the emptiness outward, to pray for the destroyed
or curse the goldfish for their beauty.
But who can give the minerals meaning,
magic to the snail, or purity to the worm?
Rain in the morning.
Little by little the terror rises,
and the world outside remains unchanged.
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “B-Gina Review”, 2012
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