Watching with chaos
rampant in my head, the unbroken
bread leaves me dreamless.
But that will be for now and though
grace is dim, it is near like the ghost
of a dead loved one. The wind warns me
to keep breathing. These bleak months will
work themselves into a monumental miracle,
and every gesture I do today will paint my
room new for tomorrow. In all the places
that count, joy will be fed. It says
humble your sail and drift with the hungry tide.
It says, hold this sand and plan your next
sculpture. Soon these cruel days
will be a grain lost
beneath some ageless waters.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Lucidity Poetry Journal, Vol 31, No. 3, Fall Issue” July 2017
Published in “Stay Weird and Keep Writing Publishing” June 2017
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