Sweet and long

is the blooming tide

to take me over the dam,

pushing me down the waterfall,

graduating to reckless exhilaration.


I belong to the tender aftermath

the peace of the freed captive,

the relief that lies in wait

of every oblivious soul.

I belong to the late-spring fields

and the baptism of butterflies.


I will take no misdeeds with me

to this elevated service.

I will cut out the tongue

of any discovered demon,

let them know

they have no resources

or influence.



Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “New Mystics” July 2022


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