to betrayal and back,
to tainted forgiveness and the green bread
rising on the shelf, covered in bacteria.
Everything falls short of wonder, lasts only moments
until the toothache, the heartache, the slug inching
its way across the hot shadeless deck.
Everywhere is quicksand and venom from the ones
that claim they love – burnt hairs on the head,
a chipping away at the sacred bliss of true sensitivity.
Everyone loses the game, reaches for a glimpse
of angelic feet and receives one solitary teacup handle
glowing to show the way.
Everything is waiting on death,
for death’s drop from the dream.
Everytime it is the trying that counts,
the heart willing to release its hardness, again,
jump out, look up and serve the ball
(gravity and all)
to the faraway stars.
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Excavation” July 2017
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