Flaw Mended in the System-Sphere
The ground is a pond
widening into a lake.
Before and around me,
tiny turtles, thriving
in the early morning calm.
A spinning globe expanding,
a blessing that saturates even backwards
into the folds of yesteryears’ jaundice.
Where will it take me? Out of the vice-lock gripping my gut,
out of days and decades of useless but obligatory activity,
out of the prison cell with thick walls of searing flames
and no sink or stream to gather water.
I want a life to own loudly on all fronts,
a life where every part of every day is glorious, even
the hard parts, the grief, the quivering breath of a vision
temporarily lost and the sand beds swelling
with capsized bodies.
Where I could say that is mine, a flavour in my quest
for purification, a motion of love and delectable intensity.
The land is stretching its fingers, gathering space,
claiming territory. I want the rising ripple.
I cannot live much longer bonded to the wall,
chained at the throat and joints. I cannot keep
making up stories of how this is acceptable or anything
other than a secret punishment to justify
love gathered and love received. I dissolve that belief
and nod to the oncoming wave.
Drown these brick-wall flames,
drown my boots and my gloves, gather me naked
into your ride, over this barrier, into a deeper maturity,
where I will know fulfillment on all fronts
– field, home, city streets –
aligned, nourished, in service.
© 2018 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “New Ink Review” April 2018
Published in “Synchronized Chaos” May 2018
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