In dark peace
my covenant circles me
like a whale could a ship far at sea.
I am watched by a tender eye
greater than the Earth’s orb.
And in the summer, renewal will come
though heat and smog will fill my lungs.
Hope I cannot define, but I feel its
footprint on my belly. I feel the treasures
I have been given like the meeting of a lost friend.
I have been understood, carried to the other side
of death’s all-consuming void. I have talked
my journey through. My night has been named,
and in private gardens I have been shown
the anguish of love.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Miscreant, Issue 6”, July 2015
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