If We Are So Lucky
If we are so lucky to know your face,
to touch your newly made skin,
to read to you in the mornings
and go walking in the afternoon . . .
If we can be complete under November winds,
maybe the hole my father’s death
left within will heal, enough
so the sun won’t pass me over.
In the hope of you and your perfect
dependency, we make meals at the counter,
lye together on the coach, touched by
vague expectation and awe. We are here
together at the throne of mystery.
Here, as my body stretches to welcome you.
If we are so blessed to smile into your eyes,
to hold you after midnight, then my father’s voice
I could hear in waking wonder
as he says – be happy and carry on.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Eskimo Pie” May 2017
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