Lifted

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On my shoulder

I feel the weight of many years

being licked into oblivion.

I feel a new being being born

in my shoes. And in the bardo-crossing,

I have tasted the anguish

of change, have touched the

hot poker between palms.

I have cried in my confusion as love

came to clean the dirt in my hair, cut

my fears in two to swim in my belly

like tadpoles collected as a child.

The wind is in me and the apple seed sprouts

its fragile sapling. In my mind I see the world

as never before, see the wolves

as fractured, fragmented souls, sniffing

at my door. I see patterns in the air

holy as the sun. Dreams are believed into truth.

My breath has won.

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.Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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.First published in “Temporary Lunatic Literary Zine” November 2015

http://lunaticlitpage.blogspot.ca/2015/11/lifted-poem-by-allison-grayhurst.html

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