What We Know
Hold the heart in a field of salt
and heal the bitter taste,
for all has been like
the crossing of the guards
and the moon is shining brightly on my back.
I believe in your song but
the flood has risen and no help came,
and the chapel denied us as we pulled
the weeds from our prison and grew ourselves
a garden of togetherness.
Being here, I still don’t know the name of
any star but I am content enough
loving you, and feeling the daily explosive joy
of raising our child.
There are no fists to clench or rooftops to
yell our resolve from. It is not a giving up
but a path of no resistance. Work
and grief may leave us alone. Work
and possibly we’ll slumber out of this quicksand. Work
and the maggots may not pierce our skin.
For soon we, and all of we, will be dead, and today
is so very important.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Creativity Webzine, Volume 1, Number 10” October 2015
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