The door’s ajar
and my body can go there,
through the small space of light.
To make a landing for me
in the tumultuous rantings
of existence – held out
a moment, reminding me of how
to be alive with you there,
feeding my weakened gut, breathing
my breath, speaking of a love greater than
any love, and in doing so, forgiving me my
distractions and daily rituals of despair,
forgiving me for forgetting the magnitude
of your cloak that warms both in and out.
The gift again at my doorstep. The times
I do not look for you, then you find me.
I am not afraid. I am just a citizen – yours, even when
undirected, cynical and spent.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Seventh Quarry, Issue 24″ Summer 2016
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