intricately separate and
growing, inside the fulcrum
of my personal biology.
Defined only by my relation
to another, weighted down to this rock,
this glorious giver of gravity and greenery.
Dreams of galaxies, streams of potent
heat, maneuvering glows,
brilliant pallets, housing
Limited to a repetitive rhythm that alters
incrementally, evolves, slow, unperceptively, inside
I expand, fingers not
like the dead-hand of a yogi master, lifted
permanently drained, shriveled by an irrational
devotion to suffering, but like a startled
infant’s fingers, outstretched
mid-air in a move of instant instinct I touch
merge with their flow,
twists and swirls,
cosmos canyons, rivers, dunes –
a sweet remembering of womb-like love,
a thumbprint kiss from lips I have always
Copyright © 2014 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Blue Heron Review” Issue 3, Winter 2015
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“Her (Allison Grayhurst’s) poetry appears visceral, not for the faint of heart, and moves forward with a dynamism, with a frenetic pulse. If you seek the truth, the physical blood and bones, then, by all means, open the world into which we were all born,” Anne Burke, poet, regional representative for Alberta on the League of Canadian Poets’ Council, and chair of the Feminist Caucus.
“What a treasure Allison Grayhurst is. Her gift? To unfold for us life at this intensity of feeling and revelation. Who knew truth and beauty could be so intertwined and so passionate?,” Taylor Jane Green BA, RIHR, CH, Registered Holistic Talk Therapist, and author of Swan Wheeler: A North American Mythology, Swan – A Planetary Mythology, and The Rise of Eros, 2014.
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