Under this familiar banner
of autumn and Halloween.
The gull who died on the side of the road
was to me the drum-drum-drum
in the marrow of my bones and the truth that
my prayers can heal no one.
I am tired of the clouds and the chapel sermon
infiltrating the beads of my shower.
Senseless is the cloud, the song of guilt
and the selfish dark night. I can see
there is nothing to say to anyone about
the cold limb burnt at the veins.
Smooth, nothing has been smooth like the skin of a dolphin.
All I lack is painting circles, repeating in my head.
In the land of late October, it has not been easy
to find the starlight.
There is so much, by now, I thought I would have done.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “VerseWrights” June 2015 and March 2016
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