between a grazing herd
and the grand appearance of peace.
Dreams arrive, slide in like a knife
to reshape reality, denying
blood spray, the ripped winter coat,
stories that die untold.
Add the nectar, symbolisms of jumbled-up
joy – a dog’s smile, a run through the forest,
tie it together like a housecoat or an idea that has
lingered without reward. And there,
fate is waived
for a stronger endearment, choices
are made that shock the natural order.
Love is understood as an act of the greatest courage
and bodies change, transform their elemental structure –
wind becomes sea, stone turns to air.
All guests are rested and fed through this metamorphosis,
things that disfigured and imprisoned are blessed
for the strength and moral clarity that they gave, then
like dreams, they are kissed gently,
remembered when first waking, then
while brushing teeth, they are
Copyright © 2020 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Rasa Literary Review” August 2020
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