The Holding On
When the head of the flower is plucked
and darkness takes the child’s
tender hand, I hold my breath
under the covers.
For so long I waited for a response,
and when it came, it took years before I felt
the happy ending. It took me by surprise
like the affinity I felt with the newborn squirrels
when cupping their soft and trembling bodies.
Over the highest evergreen I race
with my emblem. I lost
nearly everything I cared for to gain
a new soul. I lost a passion and gained
a rage against death and the wilderness outside.
I drink from the underground and am blessed.
I let out my breath and ask this
final remnant of grief to be gone.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Nostrovia! Milk and Honey Siren poetry anthology”
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