Keeping In Time
Along the gates of afterlife
where poles are swinging in the storm,
I am now a woman with all my evil
and attempts to do good etched
under my eyes. I have a lover,
I have a child and my house is cluttered
with bandages and parcels and recordings
of obscure but revolutionary songs.
Miles of moonlight over the graves,
a turtle leaps into an incoming tide.
Half a world away my senses grow
and my voice is milked by a semi-kindred soul.
There are curtains, the TV and the silken fur
of my favourite cat.
Nothing wounds that hasn’t reached.
With every new day the salt must be replenished
and the labouring waves of devotion, renewed.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Imaginary Conversations Lit Page” November 2015
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