Once, a child, under
the spring’s thriving sun,
lead by the glory of intricate imagination,
shadowed only by other children’s push and talk.
The way was clear, the valley below was soaked
with debris. I never touched
the briars of age as the birds carved
out my language. It was long ago
but I have not left those unreal adventures,
only now with adult-mind and adult-longing
they still ease my dread. When the cathedral
is closed and the enemy has entered my blood,
I slide into their colourful weather
and wait for the day to be renewed.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Screech Owl”
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