I swayed and found fire
on my backside, in my insides,
quaking, cracking the edges and the surfaces,
melting the dream that sustained me.
Down the slide, there can be no laws but the law
of commitment to love, to making up for winter
by honouring the snow and days of hibernation.
Though I have been broken
like a broken dolphin’s fin,
I find hope, in the piled-up books
I plan to read, on the peninsula I leap onto,
leap while I am sinking, leap
from one ledge to another, leap
for summer is ending and I refuse to go with it.
I refuse to sway, joyless, no music.
Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Poets’ Espresso Review, Volume 14 Issue 4” November 2022
First published in “Academy of the Heart and Mind” July 2022
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