This Vision In Hiding
Unsteady, forever reviving
the withered skin on my back
and in the straddled stride of
this and every night, getting through.
Dead now, my old teacher, never famous,
never big on sentimentalized mercy,
but like the cloud and the maple trees
and even the animals that stared into your windows
you were like the cold air all around,
necessary and impersonal.
I said goodbye long ago. I do not visit your
headstone, but your being is beside me
and we remain important friends. I keep you here,
and one day, when my infants have grown, I will return
to your country and hear your voice humming
once more in my ears.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “First Literary Review-East” November 2014
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