Returning to the kelp forest
as a companion to a larger inhabitant,
as a guest to the great reef waters,
a lover of the odd and miraculous,
seduced by succulent influences,
descending then rising all in good speed.
I welcome the sand dwellers
and the tunnel diggers. I am welcomed
by the tentacled and the fanged,
and by the soft, squishy translucent floaters.
I am just another creature that eats or will be eaten,
and I relish in this environment of unquestioning acceptance
my minuscule place.
I ride the back of the bottom feeder. I find my own
way through the caves, avoiding the high price
of this liberty.
I have returned and I am not leaving
for a more agreeable, less authentic reality.
My form is older, broken, degenerating, but
I feel it again, my nerves,
secret sensations, glorious intensity,
awakening like during the first fall,
like the first time waiting
to being caught, irrevocably
Copyright © 2023 by Allison Grayhurst
“The poems included in Allison Grayhurst’s poetry collection Running, lightwave riding reveal an impressive artistic perfection and creative energy. The poems are full of lyrical force and show freshness of style. No doubt, this is a significant work. The poems have great power of observation and originality of imagination,” Dr. Karunesh Kumar Agarwal publisher Cyberwit.net
First published in “As Surely As The Sun Literary Magazine” June 2023
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