The night is caught
like a mouse’s tail caught
between a cat’s shining teeth.
Once I believed in recognition
and the glory of making a name.
Now it’s only time before me,
and the ashes of my loved one.
The world and its shallow passions
is not a place to put my hopes in,
is only the grand flame of ‘me’
and my short span.
Loving a child is what matters.
No words, no pat-on-the-back,
no cry out for justice or the soft sniffles
of fickle brilliance.
Soon I will join a tree or even a flower.
The sloping roof with the snow on top –
that is stillness.
The wind pushes its way under my door
like a maddened bird.
I have no ambitions. I have only a voice
that must continue its singing.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Black Mirror Magazine” April 2015
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