At one end are the setting shapes
of friendships left behind
like the breaking of a mug
or a foggy window.
I leave that end and hold no other.
I stand on the crust of a sandy shore.
Together I swam through the salty flavour
with a dolphin by my side. Alone,
I leave my companion and the waves
that serve me no more.
There are things I wish for like
pineapple and starfish fruit. There are
times I believe in the hot sands, believe
in the beautiful face of loneliness. I wave
at the birds and they follow me. I lay still
and the air has filled my thirst. On the
grassy green beyond I know one day I will
move. I know of proud children smiling at the
stars. I know there is nothing that can kill
the large immaculate Love. I died with my flesh.
I am born a new way, cut off from last-year’s persona.
I look to the water – its depths
no longer take me in, its blue is but a shallow tone.
I close my eyes
and rains descend like an artist’s stroke,
making patterns on the naked land.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Cavalcade of Stars” February 2016
First published in “Rasputin” August 2015
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