Almost to the Other Side
In midair like a cold relentless
dream, the minnows find me
and tell me tales of insignificance.
In my blood there drifts a fool’s
coin and fantastical wagers.
Because I am this person with
that hard year gone and this new
good gift to come, sometimes
it’s as if I’m on stilts that with one small
trip, my whole body will come crashing down.
Sometimes I watch the cats and know
I have been made for this place, know
the colour of my sky and the heavy toll
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “The Stray Branch Fall/Winter 2016” October 2016
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