Like A Wave
In the obscure attempts
to do more than survive, tomorrow is but
a wishing well where all the fish
have turned belly-up.
But the journey down is sacred,
more like flying than falling,
reflecting like a crystal its rainbow colours.
Into my 30’s like out of a war zone,
saying goodbye to the dead and amputees.
Fresh is the light, though I carry on a string
a grey cloud of memories.
Love is never a metaphor, though it
recognizes itself in infinite ways.
It is a servant of the living,
mutable as sound.
How do I tell the thing
that is brittle from the thing that is brave?
In sorrow, I left the highway to find a home.
I found a tenderness and left my shell abandoned.
Beauty is curved like the wave of a rapid river.
It carries me to a path of bread and struggling purity.
Copyright 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Toronto Quarterly”
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