I Was Living
I was living out of the fold,
floating like a dead fish over the waves.
I was waiting for the phone call
that would change the colour of my house,
change the way I held my pen
and the amount of shade in every room.
I was listening to the slow click of the furnace,
listening for a voice behind the shower curtain,
for a resolving answer before midnight.
I was unhappy about my choices,
about the burnt shutters and the so-little-left
for my art.
I was there. I have yet to recover.
I am fumbling in the emergency room.
I hear it is time. I hear the trees talking
while I sleep.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Eleventh Transmission – Issue 1”
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