I split in years around
my tattered body.
I have no grace as I sleep
in this flame and crowd my mind
with futile wondering.
I peel my footprints from
my sidewalk journey
and land like an avalanche
over house and home.
Terror I smelled when the miracle appeared,
and pain is the terror that haunts well
past its time. I am arched
over the sandy mountain waiting on
the tide. Like water, like music – I am proud
to hold you near but I cannot love the way I hoped I could.
I am yellow and swollen with a darkness that has dulled
my lover’s appetite. Soon trees will be bare.
And silence is like grief, holding me O too near.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Writers Haven – Verse Land” titled “Change”
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