When This Is Over
At the end of the day, the pears will be ripe
and the ones I loved and died will float before me
in waves of growing beauty.
At the end, when all of this leaves, then I will breathe
an owl breath, still in my tranquil sky.
At the end, I will find you, thank you for this sick chaos –
myself, a garden, hit by a massive storm.
I will give life again to the little birds, insects that have no
use or concept of glory. I will return with you
to the Buddha waters, happy to know so much love.
I will walk out my door and there will be summer,
early summer, and you and I
(though bruised and that much more
world-weary) will walk into the warmth:
ultimately loved, unequivocally whole.
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Bigger Stones”, 2013
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