Killed in the cloud
that ripples softly.
Believing we would be triumphant
made it so, and being dead we
learned a new way to rise and praise.
The music lies down in the seas,
so I hear the dolphins hum
and see octopi sway.
Madness is part of our heritage
but also our navigating star.
Whisper of the wonder we walk through each day.
Away from the dull chaos of the common bar
this is a new plateau, a hawk
in our backyard.
Up and dancing, the ground and air
join together to say –
we were never alone.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Chicago Record Magazine”
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