I Found You Singing
I found you singing
tight, beneath my skin
like an armful of swallows
or an oak tree conversing with
I found you pushing your foot
against my ribs when dinner
was late and hope wore thin.
I found you like I found no other,
there, from where no science
can explain, formed with intricate
splendour – a face, a being, a soul
a part of, though unique from my own.
I found you when I was on the sofa-chair
excited to hear your father’s voice,
needing us both from behind the curtain,
somersaulting in your liquid sphere.
I found you after my father’s death,
not sure of my strength to carry this through.
But now you are in me, and I am rocked again
like a butterfly’s wings are rocked
by the summer wind, caressed
by the mystery and miracle of all dreams
so very beautiful.
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Ann Arbor Review”
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