If you see the trail
of eels slide down
the whispering waves
and touch the history
of great dreams and
then it happens when
you’re young, when love
is a sealed coat, when hope
feels like a babe alone on a rooftop
and possibilities are dry and grey and faraway.
If you are traveling
the prison cell pages and snacking on the crumbs
from the epileptic’s bed,
it happens before twilight,
before “home” is a word to count on.
And when you meet the antlers at eye level
and consume the rich, medicinal cherry,
it never stands on the other side
but remains like a new organ
there for always redefining
the workings of your head.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Writers Haven – Verse Land”
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