A Day For My Own
The darning of socks in
summertime. The filing of nails
on a nothing-to-do night –
with all desires nourished.
I see a can of peaches open, the laundry washed
and windows everywhere, letting in
I feel my pulse calm,
feel almond shells around my feet
and the fires of anxiety appeased.
Like holding the hand of a friend in need
or running through a valley with a dog
who can’t be seen, my eyes are strong
with imagination. They blend
with the October leaves and lap-up
visions of children playing
where willow trees so easily grow.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “the chicago record magazine” August 2015
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