I will not glide down this street,
continuing to catch every sharp corner,
blending in with the slush and snow drifts,
no better than the last of autumn’s fallen leaves.
I will not be pulled into obsession,
sucked down into the footprint of expectation,
waiting on potential that may never be.
I will not leave my house to voyage
on the substance of an idealist dream
that gathers no ground, but offers only the pain
of shattered sunlight, is only a seed too soggy to sprout,
is shape without nerve and muscle,
smokes but can never burn.
I gather the gifts of unexpected visits
and long-held long-proven love. I need only
to breathe to know I am blessed, freed of this false-war,
freed to be at ease in this uncertainty – myself, strong enough
to release my pet from its cage
and equally accept the fear, the peace
as it goes.
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “SilverSpine Poetry Forum” November 2015
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