I will turn while in my days of darkness
and feast upon fireflies.
A new groove will capture my flight
and lift chairs from the floor.
I will be the one whose radio still sounds,
whose sandwich has been eaten
and whose telephone calls have meaning.
It is just a matter of believing in mercy
and not much more.
It is appreciating the smell of my baby’s neck
and the times when reading with my child. It is
the love songs I hear every day and moments of stillness
The brick will separate from the wall and cause
an unsteady hold. The days will turn over
and the unexpected will enter
to bless then break
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Torrid Literature – Evolution Anthology”
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