Currents

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The extremities

are beautiful as stained glass, green

as watered grass

and smells that take me over

a river, salted currents,

blooming with the long-bodied

seal, near curved mountain tops,

fresh mist, malleable fog. Humpback

dive. Cold summer winds,

oceans moving in, moving

the Blue whale, the Belugas,

the dark-fined Minkes.

 

On land, visualizing the underground rooted networks

that create lush densities of forests,

mountain geography, complex geometry

 

where fungi are conductors of communication

and legacies are passed down,

in spite of fires, droughts,

insect infestations. Places

 

enchanting children’s minds

with tales of fear and heroic

overcoming. Places

to wade in, walk through, hide in

and be exposed.

 

Huddled in unity,

a river pod in winding ebbs, a family

in sync, mastering the undertows.

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Copyright © 2014 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Ikleftiko Poetry Journal” Issue 3, Winter 2015

 

 

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