Fountain

Fountain

 

 

A fountain sits

in the centre of my backyard,

watering and shading the mourning doves

pecking at the dirt below.

Yet I am deep in a hazardous denial,

giving weight to an illusion that

bonds me to the desert and

sand dunes rolling as far

as my eyes can see.

So deep I cannot see the fountain

or the backyard or

the delicate joy of choice.

 

Today I will make a decision

step onto the platform

and take my chances.

In this place, this quiet morning,

I will feel myself changed, unchained.

Then, I will start to dig into the sands

until I find a wetness burning, keep digging

until I release a rising flow,

a personal permanent resurrection.

 

 

Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Wise Owl – Ochre Edition” July 2022

https://www.thewiseowl.art/fountain

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