At the top of the stairs
sits a box covered
with wallpaper stars. In this box
there is a small coin that
holds the memory of another time.
A child has pushed the box down the stairs
and the light has caught the coin on the way down,
glimmering like the leaves on branches after a rainstorm.
I pick up that coin and I take it away.
I am better than the coin that fell,
but less than the child sitting and
staring and waiting for the coin, sure
of the gift like Job was sure of God’s love. I once was
the same, now I am different, tainted as grownups
The box is empty but I will fill it again.
The box is beautiful like the child who
sits and smiles – coin between fingertips, knowing
its proper place – inside the box
with wallpaper stars.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Ginosko Literary Journal, Issue 16” May 2015
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