The wind was moving
across the leper earth.
I saw that wind and that earth
in a vision building strong
as the autumn chartered on.
The sparrows sank into that earth,
each one carrying its own
I was a sparrow filled with seeds,
sitting on sand in the sun
sure of all things. Then I was sucked
into the sick earth, breathing in
worm-infested dirt – myself,
forgotten, dead as a broken-off stick,
not even making a shadow.
In a vision I rose up a ghost –
a stronger sparrow now lacking substance.
I found a tree to claim and share.
And in that vision as the wind was moving,
it moved me
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “The Syzygy Poetry Journal, Volume 1, Number 2, The Red Supermoon Issue” October 2015
Published in “Eye on Life Magazine” November 2015
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