Which Way Descending?
Unlike the golden spin of depth’s dive,
petty matters wither so soon the singing voice,
cursing a life with
their digging stake . . .
No seed, no gift can flourish
with worry and empty toil.
There exists the thorn, the weight and
the mercy nailed
to every pain like a reminder
to persevere, and still
the small distractions
that scrawl like glass
upon the skull that kill
like a freezing.
Between the quicksand world and
the intangible wonder
all hearts must choose and cannot
straddle . . .
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Grease Monkey Literary Forum” November 2015
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