When the song started
and the dream was torn from its socket
then placed on the sidewalk,
the light from the window broke
and in came the lost shadow.
I saw that shadow but stared it down
thinking it would only last a short season.
The shadow stayed, made its way behind
bookshelves and old picture frames.
Since then I can’t say what is a reflection
and what is truly bright.
The favourite plan has burned in the meadow,
the secondary one has too.
If we are right, we cannot touch it.
If we are wrong, the sum of all our efforts
and discoveries is naught.
I enter the shadow then I too am left without definition.
At times there is nowhere else to go but further in,
further obliterating my clarity. That is a grey day for the dream.
Other days I hold my own
and count my gifts. That is the day of perfect weather
when the shadow stays under the bathtub
and tomorrow is fine.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Carcinogenic Poetry”
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