My Body Goes
Through the blinds
my body goes soaring
touching the hawk and
It dips through the misty air
holding hands with the winter.
It opens its mouth to taste the wind
and sees a balloon float by.
Then it lands in dunes of sand
covered in unmarred snow.
A wren’s small footprints lead it down the
slope into the underbrush where a
hound dog has curled into a sleeping ball.
It tiptoes past to the sideroad where
two children are singing their ABCs
and making angels in the snow.
When back in flight, it rides the twilight’s rays
into this room and leans
to sip a drink of cold coffee, tasting
like liquorice candy.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Literature Today, Volume 1”
Published in “Creative Talents Unleashed ” June 2018
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