In Some Uncertain Future
I will sing again
of love that has found its verb and swell
and the avalanche of summer clouds will
consume me in their infinite shapes.
I will cry again
the beautiful cry for the marriage of
heart and soul that must separate to
know each concealed fault.
I will know again
my soul split from shock,
the mind’s tumbleweed and the choirs of
starlings beneath the overpass, baying
into endless sundown.
I will feel again
that I am sinking like a snagged bird
from the sky of my belonging, feel the
things of guilty souls and how the night
can rid a heart of wonder.
I will see again
a tribe of dark horses racing
on rooftops, my breast, an ocean of rolling moons
and an indelible smile.
I will hold again
a duty of religious flare, a winter
bolted in the void where the snows
begin to fall like cut daises.
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Tuck Magazine” March 2015
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Deep and lovely