SomeOne New

Allison Grayhurst


SomeOne New


Change is crouching

on my back deck,

behind the pillars

and rotted wood.

Change is tossing in my womb

and giving me a bell to ring.

Like someone new to sing to,

it nicks my forehead with its

broken rhythm. Like starlight

weaving under my skin, growing,

wanting my speed,

change is alive, but small as a rice grain

forming its heavenly head.

Welcome little hamlet of wonder,

welcome from the blue breath of God.

Come see us all and turn this home

of three kindred souls into four.



Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst




Published in “Our Poetry Archive”, July 2017


Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” June 2017



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