A New Front Door
She knows the pull of a season is ending.
The point on the wall she fixed
with a solid-eye is shifting like light
moving through jelly.
And all the while an ease is finding its way within,
unfolding inch by inch. It may
take a season or a few years to bloom
but her palette has moved to a shade brighter.
The toys are cleaned and the bookshelves too.
She moves onward as the lilacs and lilies
extend up, bold like a wealthy woman’s perfume.
The dread is draining from her system.
The rain will arrive and she knows that day will be fine,
with or without shelter.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Sonic Boom, Issue 3”, August 2015
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