I Long To Know
I long to know the things
I never dreamt
beneath the shingles
and the watered-down dawn.
I long to know the name
of every insect that brushes
my cheek and the passions
of days long gone.
I sit beside the narrow rocks
and count each weathered stone.
I hope for love inside a stranger
and long to feel with fingers and soul
the connecting thread
that binds me to my enemy’s door.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Crisis Chronicles”
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