The rhythms of sleep on the bed,
heavy as a grieving eye
are found formed together
in open conversation.
We believed in the living word,
wild with inspiration. And drowning,
we still believe as we wade in these
bad feelings and a difficult disease.
There could be a swift rescue.
There could be captivity,
but the plan of God is greater
than this inept inheritance.
Constellations, I know nothing of.
But I know the countryside, and I know
a family of the deepest purity.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Furious Gazelle” June 2015
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