Seed of Living


Seed of Living



Mostly possibilities

return a million times

over: the chance

in every life cycle

to escape

patterned destinations.


I could tear my breath

in half attempting

a different rhythm.

I could be burning, bloated

on mistakes and bad beginnings.


Nightmares flail across the void,

sinking through

unimaginable universes.

Then tomorrow, the television,

the zodiac spin, anger at circumstances.

It is the condition that makes sway

dandelion leaves, breaks

the stem of the sunflower.


As dusk denies every pent-up demand.

As morning cleanses every hard-held need




© 1992 by Allison Grayhurst



First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” October 2018




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