In One Swoop
I was lying under
the white ceiling, my
heart torn open like
the skin of a Clementine. It
was air I needed and the
blessing of a child. I found
my way past tender ambition
and hopes I never had the commitment
to work for.
I found the shade of the sea
in my bones and there was a line I drew
Every winter the same sickness rises
like a worm through my intestines.
It preys on both my
ego and spiritual vocation. It speaks of dust
and loss and other lifetimes.
Give me blood, cut my nails and call me
clear across this continent.
It is what I was born for – to ride
the horse to the edge and then to let go.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Tangerine Heart Poetry Zine” November 2015
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