Glorious weather, wetting
the decks and smallest of worms.
We were made to split the light
with voices singular and clean.
We were destined to wade in
night, free of logic, partakers
of heart-wrenching dreams.
I name myself lost but loved
and that is better than any key.
I count the madness in cracks
and know the world is ready to turn.
Funerals and baby births and
a barn alive with birds, soon
clouds will come and the zodiac will
God will be full of joy
and each household will be looking
in a new direction – close-to-the-bone,
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Wilderness House Literary Review”, 2013
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I lived through a devastating flood in 2008 in Iowa, took everything of value and left things that were valueless. You do survive & move forward.
“We were made to split the light
with voices singular and clean.”