Under the frame
needing – a child surging
with need for that maternal hold. I am held
by Jesus – terrible in my river, wondrous
like a colourful bird to my scared vision.
I have found a deeper attachment, a lifeline
that can have no other country – a living gift
to rescue my drowned wishes and comfort
the salted wound. I am pinned down to this divine
nourishment, my blood like the whale’s blood,
like the sea lion’s shifting in perfect temperature
according to the touch of sea.
I found words that caught the miracle in my hand,
that broke the rock around the gold – sheltering me,
demanding of me a devotion,
that with thoughts alone
I could never hold.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “SilverSpine Poetry Forum”, November 2015
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