A child in a mother’s arms.
both dissolve in joy, freed into
the instinct of love as I watch bewildered
by such beauty.
This I hear
says farewell like all else
that seems immortal, that makes ripple
the human heart, perfecting
Sister and brother, natural
friends that no obstacle could
burden beyond repair. Lovers too,
safe in a tender silence are able to
bear the weight of clouds.
Yet the rain does arrive, folding fists
of isolation around my heaven. Around the bend,
still breathing, listen to breath as if it was the only sound
not blurred by vagueness. Disconnected like
the sun is from the moon.
Then I see the mother and child hold
in perfect intimacy. And I place
my candle there, beside them, to be
Copyright © 1996 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Harvest”, 1996
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“Allison’s poetic prose is insightful, enwrapping, illuminating and brutally truthful. It probes the nature of the human spirit, relationships, spirituality and God. It is sung as the clearest song is sung within a cathedral by choir. It is whispered as faintly as a heartbroken goodbye. It is alive with the life of a thousand birds in flight within the first glint of morning sun. It is as solemn as the sad-sung ballad of a noble death. Read at your peril. You will never look at this world in quite the same way again. Your eye will instinctively search the sky for eagles and scan the dark earth for the slightest movement of smallest ant, your heart will reach for tall mountains, bathe in the most intimate of passions and in the grain and grit of our earth. Such is Allison Grayhurst. Such is her poetry,” Eric M. Vogt, poet and author.
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