Finally it has come,
engulfing my thighs
and the ends of my toes.
Finally the answer glides
through my hair like the wind,
freeing me again on four sides.
There is no trick, no easy way to ride
unscathed through this bloodthirsty town.
I have discovered the way is to lean into
the invisible breath of divinity like a child does
into its mother’s solid arms.
Finally there is a warm shade in my soup –
the nutrient to make my panicked heart mute.
It is the channel I have been waiting for,
the doctor’s slip to erase
all future obligations.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Shot Glass Journal” June 2015
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