Acceptance as Recovery (the blinds are drawn)
The light wind,
the heavy wind
belongs beyond the flesh
and gravity’s consent.
We are stopped at the threshold –
a pomegranate in the water, floating,
soon to be devoured.
When the child grew up,
apparitions of abandonment remained,
blistering the eyes now and then with salt.
Hot fear, unease in the gap between
the mind and doing.
What is this? A waterfall to stand under,
to try to master the onrushing force, and climb?
I think you never belonged here
that is why you don’t eat or own your own skin like origin.
I think you were a jellyfish on another world,
a fluorescent swimmer without a skeleton,
barely feeling the torrent ebb and flow around you.
I think you glow like something brighter
in an already bright sky,
You reject the stone, anything that burns
permanently into your flesh,
demanding you to be human.
You came a long way and went a long way to the other side.
You are one-of-a-kind, a creation who is always
in the process of equally praising and escaping.
You gather your light like gunpowder.
It is hard maneuvering on this primitive plane
of terrifying unpredictability.
It is hard to be so bright, so see-through,
and not to be part shielded, and where not shielded,
long lines of jagged division,
fractured roots and core, damaged.
© 2018 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Synchronized Chaos” May 2018
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