It is the happiness
of the sages I seek when
climbing out windows onto rooftops
or when walking my child to the park.
It is not the dry wilted lip I fear, but the
drifting from day to day, bloated on
tireless resentments and a rising despair.
The path is in my hands, is wide awake to my voice.
At night, I remember my father and rhythms that happened
so long ago. Summer is almost here
and the sand blows across the grass.
Today I am trying for a different approach to this nadir,
I am kicking up the floorplans and heading for new bait.
I see the red cardinal from my sliding glass door.
Faith is hard and sunrise never seems to arrive.
But it is a spell to be wooed into stagnation,
and it is better to face my inner gloom
than to sleep and keep the coin untossed.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Novelmasters” May 2017
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