Like a rattler buried in its sleep
this season has come, treacherously lifting
from a thin layer of sand.
Grief has come, guilt has come, rage has come,
peace has come.
The promise of flint is over, let alone the fire
of soul healing security.
Miracles arrive, never in the way expected,
sometimes slowly, in small amounts
until you realize something merely accepted
was what was wanted all along.
Darkness was my addiction, but I am done
with cantering through those hills.
I am a tongue, moistened by letting go
of the chocolate bite. I don’t need a song of joy,
only a way
to carry on.
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Both Sides Now”
First published in “Inscribed Museum Literary Zine” November 2015
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