Were you the jealous seeker?
Always annihilating intimacy, but craving
a pulsating communion? Were you stuck
on magic and the stagnant fallacy of control?
Were you pinned to a savage terror,
hating everything that made you feel – trees, a follicle of hair,
the smell of summer approaching?
Are you through with that now? Covered as you are
with deep eternal connection –
limbs and kisses, words and no fear
behind what might be opened?
Are you through with the angel armour,
the denial of touch, your secret superiority?
Are you on the balcony? It is still a long way to the light.
People are mostly ghosts and you are always desperate,
full of instinct, shunning, and the comfort of solitude.
But you are through with make-belief, with yourself being
a rock of brilliant hues. You are through. You are accepting
all that stands here – love. trust. fierce truth –
made again and again
by such brightness.
Copyright © 2012 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Jotter United Lit-zine, Issue 7”