In this year when lovers lay
fossilized in engulfing anger
when only the born-rich thrive in the noonday air,
is the same year of leavened kindness,
when parents scatter the goods from their pockets
to teach the lesson of surrender.
The mountain is rejoicing as it merges
with the rising flood. The cornfields
are trembling with fire like a beacon in
miles of darkness. Heaven is a tale that never ends,
is a lifelong pilgrimage, is the tongue
of a fattened snake.
Spinning, the sun, the quenching breeze.
Spinning, the crow on the chapel tower
and the woman digging in her yard.
It is nice to feel sand between fingers,
to kiss the cheeks of a loving child.
Home is an autographed prize,
is starlight swirling like a kaleidoscope
in the folds of my mouth.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Mount Parable Poetry Forum” November 2015
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