So Long and Lucky
So luck and lucky
no obstacle has
driven me out of my new belief.
Hour of a bridge through kindness
dignified; hour of a breeze that makes
me yearn to be in motion.
Over the hills of self-made hopes
and failures. Spared
the tight-rope walk, for now, spared
the embrace of death and
all meaty, murderous things.
So long and luck the mercy in my cup.
I hardly know my face this worry-less and free.
I only know this moment is good,
and that love too does pass away.
Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Braquemard” Issue 4, 1994
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“Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.
“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.
“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.