Allison Grayhurst




If I could wish the cat well, life

beside my father’s grave,

then as October nears

and the worms go underground,

I could bathe in my favourite season,

happy as I’ll every get,

change the rusty orange of my essence

and shed the density of summer.

If I could wish my children healed of their afflictions,

my husband, complete in his calling

and our empty cooking pot finally appeased,

then I could fall without shifting

the position of my bones,

I could be with a warm coat on, walking briskly

in a purifying seasonal breeze.



Copyright © 2008 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “Poems and Poetry”, June 2017




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