What Do I Belong To?

 

 

I waited like a face

before a mirror

waiting for expression,

waiting for an answer to carry me through

until mealtime.

 

I washed the clothes, did all things

necessary to keep clean and fertile,

to rejuvenate and knead out the numbness

infiltrating one limb and another.

 

I asked like I was instructed to ask,

grazing at every opportunity, in spite

of the lack.

 

I moved against the shadows so they

wouldn’t consume, making every effort

not to harden, to curtail

this stasis that will turn to sickness and

turn again to death.

 

I am waiting for a reaping

in this favourite place

I call my own, so I can build upon,

have a steady flow to satiate all thirst,

have breathing room to flesh-out dreams –

some prayed for, some unexpected.

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Copyright © 2024 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Setu” April 2024

https://www.setumag.com/2024/03/Lit-Art-Culture-Journal.html

https://www.setumag.com/2024/03/poetry-allison-grayhurst.html

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Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” March 2024

https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2024/03/maelstrom.html

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Published in “Winamop” March 2024

http://winamop.com/ag2400.htm

http://winamop.com/

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