Egg

Periwinkle garden,

flowers folded

into a dumpling.

I sit on the bottom floor

of a blessing

before it builds and blooms,

before its face has distinction,

expression, perfect individuality.

Low ache of forming,

wandering cold plains, over icy lakes

through dead forests and caves.

Almost ripe,

platelets connecting, composing

a singular solid substance. Then

out of the egg and into the vast ocean,

forward, shell collapsing, imploding, out

free-riding, embodying

a fully sufficient infant form.

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Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Ink Pantry” June 2022

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Resilience

Violet-hue star of mighty purity,

a fixed point, directly overhead, anointing,

a release from the symbiotic purgatory-fold,

from the loop fire enduring coil

and the billowing dead land once before me.

I will build a bonfire and dance

under this eight-billion-year-old star,

no longer held hostage by what I know,

inevitable observations, time turned to stone,

locked in one position, dammed to have no meaning,

no longer trapped in a rippling tremble, continuous

and static state.

I will lean into this bright gathering,

translating the bursting floral mastery

of endless constellations, keeping my height,

keeping my mind, ready to engage

in a divine exchange, discourse.

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Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Ink Pantry” June 2022

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Published in “Poets’ Espresso Review, Rings of the Moon, Volume 14 Issue 5” August 2023

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Sing

I will sing until the end for you

of centipedes and endless hallways,

of the warning stream rising

and the dead birds on the snowbank

that came back too early, fooled

by a false spring.

I will sing of flashing lights

and other conditions

that tempt sanity’s hold.

And then I will sing of glory at the dinner table,

a morning hug, leaving an opening for grace

throughout it all.

I will love you until the end, believe

in your majesty above all

although I am equally blind in the sun as in the dark,

but what I sing for out-paces sight,

is faint but obvious as a babe’s eyes glowing

in quiet delight, pulses a clear small core

in the tumbleweed confusion of everyday love as

everyday I need you more, and so

I will go on singing as I am,

rusted, cracked, always

leaning.

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Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Winamop” June 2022

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