I can see the sun


I can see the sun


but I can’t be the sun

or know the sun

in this wilderness clearing

cutting up, suctioning out my insides.

Sing alone over the wide span

of dead rolls, broken by a secret

and wounds dried up, salt hard,

hard with condensed pressure.

Creak and slide over insect glitter, sun

beams shaping the edge of the bank. I am a

fish in a polluted stream. Tires and concrete,

broken blocks blocking my way to the river.

Evolving is hard, takes time to earn a body

that can leap over high obstacles, conquer resisting currents

while starved of a clean home. It takes a fool’s joy

and an easy detachment to soar far out of the nest, lift

up and skim the skin of golden warmth. But I am a fish

meant to find shelter at the bottom bed of the ocean,

not in rivers or in streams, not leaping, but slow, slow,

surfing the cold sandy terrain,

skylight forgotten, sunlight undreamed.



Copyright © 2015 by Allison Grayhurst

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.Published in “Duane’s PoeTree ” December 2015

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“Grayhurst’s poetry is a translucent, ethereal dream in which words push through the fog, always searching, struggling, and reaching for the powerful soul at its heart. Her work is vibrant and shockingly original,” Beach Holme Publishers.

“Allison’s poetic prose is insightful, enwrapping, illuminating and brutally truthful. It probes the nature of the human spirit, relationships, spirituality and God. It is sung as the clearest song is sung within a cathedral by choir. It is whispered as faintly as a heartbroken goodbye. It is alive with the life of a thousand birds in flight within the first glint of morning sun. It is as solemn as the sad-sung ballad of a noble death. Read at your peril. You will never look at this world in quite the same way again. Your eye will instinctively search the sky for eagles and scan the dark earth for the slightest movement of smallest ant, your heart will reach for tall mountains, bathe in the most intimate of passions and in the grain and grit of our earth. Such is Allison Grayhurst. Such is her poetry,”  Eric M. Vogt, poet and author..

“Grayhurst is a great Canadian poet. All of Allison Grayhurst’s poetry is original, sometimes startling, and more often than not, powerful. Anyone who loves modern poetry that does not follow the common path will find Grayhurst complex, insightful, and as good a poet as anyone writing in the world today. Grayhurst’s poetry volumes are highly, highly recommended,” Tom Davis, poet, novelist and educator.


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