At Last, Returning
In somersaults I passed
through a field of evergreens.
I saw with sunken eyes the light
of all who were worthy to praise, and in turn,
be a part of a living relationship.
I counted my cats and blocked myself from
every shadow. Days were beautiful.
Even poverty seemed like a mission to
accept and uphold. The evergreens dried yellow
and insects burrowed into their bark.
Then the light burned and faded to cold.
A long, tortuous shedding
of falsities and natural dreams. It is good
to be naked, to be finally at ease with the way
I always have been – reincarnated
into the old.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Boston Poetry Magazine”
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