Sight at Zero
I am where fireflies dance
in a birdless noon.
I am treading water, looking
for a lodged piece of land
or even a dolphin’s fin
to navigate me through this
wounded sea. The air
is smoking & a world
away lovers assassinate love
for the sensation of pride.
Rain, drumming onto my neck, onto
my jugular, rain spewed from
the moon’s mouth, enters & dissects
worse than any broken fame. Too late
to cross the inner clouds. Too long lost
in the wood under a weird & angry sun.
It is my jealousy
that has woken, generous
with hate. It is agony & frailty
like an eggshell hammered
by a razor’s sharp tongue.
I see dragons rise
from sand dunes. I hear
the laughter of a bride. My days are closed.
My element (water, hymn, water)
Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Jones Ave.”, 1994
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“Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.
“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.
“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.