| (page 49 of 93) Transition Poem by Allison Grayhurst |
Transition Poem by Allison Grayhurst (page 49 of 93) |
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Transition
by Allison Grayhurst
Dry and dirty
the heart’s weather sings
of a storm.
On shore, you are my faith,
housing the unfalse yet familiar.
These days we are rooted under water
without pigment, unsure, unfocused
and entering a strange plateau.
Clouds come in, but the miracle reigns.
A threshold to bind and change us.
All these things hurling us towards the light
like one love lost and another love new found,
like a heaviness that is hard
though we know it is grace.
This too, we will shoulder together.
This too, we will add to our language
and place on our windowsill.
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