By Allison Grayhurst:
Beside the stone, the angry
digger digs and the rain water
is hard water with the horror
of errors felt in the difficult night.
The painting is received, gloomy
with a sharp edge. In the next little while
there will be no inventory,
and aims will be collected,
to be left on the sidewalk for whoever
to pick up. In the serenity found with surrender,
and in the intense miracle, I pull
out my belonging and leave it there
in the thunder,
unharmed.
At the end of this season
the power of acceptance
will mount and the birds
will lift their wings up and over
the Earth. There will be no pattern, no regression.
Homes will grow like
happy flowers and each soul
will be in a stable balance.
Tenderness will govern activity
at the end
when the counting of days
is dropped.
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About Allison
Allison lives in Toronto with her husband, two children, two cats, and a dog. Apart from writing poetry, she loves to sculpt – working with clay.
Over the past twenty years my poems have been published in journals throughout the United States, Canada, Australia, and in the United Kingdom, including The Antigonish Review, Dalhousie Review, The New Quarterly, Wascana Review, Poetry Nottingham International, The Cape Rock, Journal of Contemporary Anglo-Scandinavian Poetry, and White Wall Review. Her work was also included in the Insomniac Press anthology Written In The Skin , while her book Somewhere Falling was published by Beach Holme Publishers, a Porcepic Book, in Vancouver in 1995.
On 3rd Feb 2012, one of her poems was read in New York’s Orchard House Café as part of a Parabola Magazine reading. Other recent places where her work has appeared includes, the current printed issue of Parabola: Alone and Together, Parabola, poetrymagazine.com; Fogged Clarity, Out of Our, Quantum Poetry Magazine, Decanto, Indigo Rising and Message in a Bottle
