The Road Has Chosen
I hear the whisper of change
rush around my bones.
I am called out of the personal
into the deep breath of release.
In my home a child’s wonder is uncovered
and the rich lips of love are wide open.
I hold my cup and hold it out
to taste the river of freedom.
I swing around but the bird has vanished
and the sky is shaped like a long-suffering beast.
I am stepping on the skirt of yesterday.
The thread I cling to is thinning,
and yet I am suspended and still, the summer
On the last day of this ghostly month
I will draw breath like the fox let loose
from its trap. I will be breaking the tide,
sinking no more near the frozen pine.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
.First published in “Rocket Boy Poetry Page” November 2015
.Published in “Dark Blooms Literary Zine” November 2015
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