If you see the daybreak
but cannot walk out of the cave,
if you are still feasting on small beetles and cave-moss
instead of apples and mushrooms, how far really
does your sight go? Far, winning yourself
a legacy but not far enough to be more than
a story told.
How do you collect the emptiness and make a stone,
a salvation, carved with a celestial roof and sturdy ground?
Beg for movement – ask to drink from the cup today –
to perch on the hillside, walk down
the hillside and greet the blessing
like an open-hearted child, running
full speed into your arms.
Take more than symbols, signs, tarot and spells.
Lick the forehead of love, taste the salt
on your tongue, gently covering folds and creases.
Stay in the glory, tangible, building, connecting.
The deck is clear. Hatch the egg.
Search the upper rooms,
carry your bed to the second floor, welcome in
the seductive sweetness, invite it to climb your steps.
First, shedding its secrets, single in its carnal commitment.
Then, feeding your body with its gravity and resolve.
© 2018 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “BlogNostics” January 2019
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