Corner of a Dream
The fixed rule
in the corner of a dream
is lost in the soils and slabs
of those drowned by duty
and the pure cheer of society’s whim.
I comb my hair. I journey through
a keyhole to make my claim.
A tower, a reed, like a broken curb –
God is easily tripped over.
Once I was lonely. Now this sinking feeling
is full of folly, though it still vaults
me in its swampy temper.
I talk to the dark. It has my story . . .
Only to swim and shower the garden
with the juice of my burning veins.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Creek Side Writing Forum”, November 2015
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