Light feet

feathered longing

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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