I see the light I thought I lost
settling dimly on my child’s cheek.
I cannot say the way is clear
or that I feel combined.
I still hold my hands in my pockets
and nothing has changed the flavour of my style.
But I see the light
like a dewdrop on a windowpane –
small, easily gone, but visible.
I know that light though it seems
so long since it bandaged my body
with its cotton scent, so long since
I disappeared into its brilliant certainty.
I love that light, the one I see – I love its power,
void of every cruelty.
I gaze into its small sphere.
I will let it reach me, rule over these desperate days
to call myself, once again,
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Minerva’s Housecoat Writing Forum” November 2015
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