It is the same, no different
as a tumble-rumble with God.
Intimacy so perfect it is
deviation – so breath-taking,
it creates breath by
coming home. the summit
of the highest of angels.
the emptying out and also by
actively keeping the beat. Primal
Garden – why can’t they see?
Is it potent as touching or potent as a body-
jolt, pacifying into temporary equilibrium?
Is it me, just me
in this place no one can enter
– God & me, together
lacking attainable expression?
Copyright © 2014 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Lunar Lit” October 2015
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“Her (Allison Grayhurst’s) poetry appears visceral, not for the faint of heart, and moves forward with a dynamism, with a frenetic pulse. If you seek the truth, the physical blood and bones, then, by all means, open the world into which we were all born,” Anne Burke, poet, regional representative for Alberta on the League of Canadian Poets’ Council, and chair of the Feminist Caucus.
“What a treasure Allison Grayhurst is. Her gift? To unfold for us life at this intensity of feeling and revelation. Who knew truth and beauty could be so intertwined and so passionate?,” Taylor Jane Green BA, RIHR, CH, Registered Holistic Talk Therapist, and author of Swan Wheeler: A North American Mythology, Swan – A Planetary Mythology, and The Rise of Eros, 2014.