I Find Clarity
I find clarity
beside the open coffin
beside the one made of glass
with the see-through dogma
and beside the one of simple majesty.
I find myself free of the cumbersome hunger
for revival. I find myself just wanting
to be in the shadow, away from direct
light and the attitude of sentimentality and guilt.
I find my hands are strong and my legs
are capable of walking long distances.
I find that that is enough
to complete me.
I find food in someone else’s grocery cart
and my thirst is something I have learned to live with.
I find I am not so impressed with what used to
impress me. I am not striving for passion
at every turn, but I find passion at the lower levels
where rodents crawl and babies
muse at the ceiling.
Copyright © 2008 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Jumping Blue Gods”