I raced to the perimeter,
stopping at the dot and
found the sun half-gone
like a kiss that never was.
I touched the tree and the tree
did not know I was there.
I peeled the skin from my fingers
to feel a deeper sensation.
The line and the ledge and the no-space in-between.
The devil is bitter and hard. I spoke to the devil
and held time with his eyes. But breaking free,
leaping from the circle – these aspirations
are growing up, taking long and slow breaths,
all the while, becoming
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Bluepepper” June 2017
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