When We Spoke Again
Not all these things were destroyed
though the expensive pain was made solid.
Not all these times are forsaken
even though the trees sway and strike
and the days are often cruel.
Something starved of understanding
is furnished by faith, comes back to bubble
in the eye like a slow and easy smile.
Now I speak at this table
like none of the suffering did me
damage, like I am plucked
from the poor dark, remembering,
all those dreams were showered
by perfect rain.
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Mechanical Medusa Poetry Forum” November 2015
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