What I found
What I found is below,
out-of-sequence with the sun’s
touch and possibilities,
is past redemption,
is in my gut, collapsing the core
of my sanity.
What I found is old, like the beginning
of cell growth, like the first imagination.
What I know is that it always wins,
in the settling moments, in the quiet
of a noonday stare.
What I feel is removed, blocked off by shadows –
a thousand years behind me.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
.First published in “1947: a literary journal” April 2017
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