Framed in stone
like a relic pressed underground,
the days are tiring. The news
is pounding at my brain,
news of a tell-tale war and murder
under the bed sheets.
Mostly I am a tree, solid in my roots,
proud of my leafy foliage.
Mostly I am grateful for the working
light bulbs, for the kindness of others that
pushes me along. Mostly I am happy here,
pinned to this abundance of love, not looking
outside for a four-leaf clover.
Mostly my level is strong, but today
as I’m sinking – I relish the relief of tears it brings.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Guwahatian Volume 1 Issue 11”
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