A returning dream ruffled in my shell,
opening intermittent passages of discovering.
Crossbreezes and singular infinity,
by death and dying you buy me whole.
The slug’s flesh merges miraculously with
the curve of a leaf – white pink on green, more potent
than a drop-cliff, than rebellion.
Stroking the skin of tree, I end up here, in the morning,
with the nesting squirrels collecting torn newspapers, swaying
with the telephone wires. Brilliance plays like chords
on the brink of chaos, almost fracturing sanity.
Suspended firm like a branch over traffic,
I hear riffs like cars arrive then leave.
Sleep, little lilac near the fence, I have learned
determination can solve most problems. Tomorrow I will make
the final break, orbit beyond the periphery of natural selection.
God, scoop me up in your cone, don’t
let me doubt your goodness. If you are here,
I am living, I can let slip what I am capable of,
create origami with infants and animals.
I can climb the steps of any probability
just to feel you press up against my rigidity,
purify with kneading pressure
a hard illumination.
Copyright © 2012 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Record Magazine”
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