It calls from the depths of tomorrow

like a drought that cracks

the once-dependable earth.

It lives out there, drives

the nine-to-fivers from their beds

to rush the highways and miss

the monarch.

It has found my hearth

and meets my faith head on.

In hunger, in the bandage of rising debt,

and in once again dipping my toes over this

treacherous edge, it will not let

me go. It drills its home into my belly

like a fatted worm, and year after year my prayers

cannot wound its faceless pulse.

It has become familiar though I promise

to feed it no more. It is my blindness,

though to all other eyes it is a blessing

that should drive me to conform.

I know it when I sleep and rise, but

I also know the tale of the lilies in the field, and

I believe in heaven.



Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2017



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