Letting it out
The vision is a smoke cloud
released from my pocket, wrapping
me with its smoky warmth, breaking chaos
at its backbone.
A thousand chains of fear and grief
swoop down from the once singing sky
to crash on my limbs and drown me
with their weight.
God as full as the sea, flushing through me,
flowing around me with the starfish and the stingrays,
with the minnow fish and the barnacles,
God outside me, inside of me, holding me
in this vision, breaking the vine.
Copyright © 2008 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Moongate Motherbird”, June 2017
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