surrounded by the plain,
brings flavour to the ordinary,
brings dance to the immobilized
and pattern to the monotone.
Small thing glistening
like a heart inexperienced in hope
but wanting the privilege.
Small pain attached to the nerves
slicing away all good pleasure,
making solace impenetrable.
Small thimble that holds the glory
and spills over onto the soft ground.
Small night that doesn’t have an imprint
but has ability for irreversible change.
Small window I look through
seeing what is small
and wanting nothing big.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “BigCityLit” May 2017
First published in “Winamop” September 2015
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