On that high hill
the wood burned like a flower,
the smoke rose to my lipline
under a decaying tree.
I walked down that hill to kiss a grave
and marry my heart to the iris of death.
But heat mounts near the waking sun,
and on and on goes the wind, brushing
the powerful weeds.
Walking along the path, my skin has changed,
my shell is under water where it belongs.
There is not much to understand, but to
surrender to honesty and to covet
the courage needed to speak
my ruling rhyme.
On this high hill
I drowned in the devil’s chaos,
but that place is long gone.
And though the asylum of darkness still comes around,
it vanishes so quickly with kindness.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “GloMag” May/June 2017
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