They lie down
children would below the blankets
on a cold, unheated night.
They fend for themselves, using the vocabulary
of prophets, the tears of the misplaced
and the belief in mercy.
They stand tall at an impasse,
draw pictures in the wind
and covet love as the only treasure.
They give light in a torrent of darkness and pressure.
They reach new plateaus of surrender
with each failed plan. And all the time
they are singing,
of the joy of being loved
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Antarctica Journal” September 2017
First published in “Moongate Motherbird”, June 2017
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