In the centre
there is the blindness of the salamander
born without eyes, there is the knowing of old age
that the end must come soon and when it does, the hope
that it arrives like a gift.
In the centre a frog goes swimming
and people continue with the day.
There is no stopping of time, no one to lift your hurt
and make it one with their own.
In the centre, it is equal on either side
and all the windows are open, inviting –
a space, the place
before a dream comes true.
In the centre where the crisis is over though
the relief is still beyond grasp,
there is this, the surety of only one thing,
in the centre, standing.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
.First published in “Winamop” January 2017
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