Ready now to open the vault
and chase my vanity out with the tide.
Ready to enter the submerged stages
of colossal change and streams
of primal glory wrapped
like thread around the pulse of God.
Ready to believe in mercy and in
warmth in the dead winter night.
Under my toes the sensation grows
that something is coming to change the
structure of my roof and allow more room
Ready to hold the encroaching massacre aloof,
to paint my name on the wall and pile
all my expectations
at the foot of this entrance door.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Birmingham Arts Journal, Volume 12, Issue 1” April 2015
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