The door is
The door is the light,
is the beat that hums through
my body. I cannot find its source
or grasp its inspiration.
I can only vaguely feel that it is not dead,
that it is thin and thinning.
The light is the door I cannot mend
or reach for under that canopy when the storm has hit
full force, and the hammer
The light is the door
that has no lovers. It is a psalm,
a one-way ticket to wage a life on.
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Kalkion”, 2012
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