At last I hear God’s gale
rustling the magazine stands.
I feel the faith of a shellfish under
water and will reach this way into
a fabulous tomorrow with the stars as
my blueberries, and the darkness as
my branded peace.
At last the voyage needs no destination.
I see grasshoppers on every mid-summer leaf.
The barriers have been lifted and the thief has
At last I have no dream to gain
or platform to paint. I am feeding, and food
is all I need.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Mount Parable Poetry Forum” November 2015
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