A Way To Joy
Words and birthday wishes
fall asleep under the light.
In sleep, I see what I do when awake –
shooting stars that fade into dark infinity.
So far, I have a bed, two legs and a mission
I’ve felt before I could speak.
Kiss these hands God, bless this pain in my shoulders,
give me hope for recovery.
Every effort is stultified, has no nucleus,
no path towards the sun. Every movement forward
dissolves into the flavour of the wind, is weak
in its purpose, in its ability to love.
Print my name on your heart. I want to serve,
to walk again across the sand dunes, walk again
hand in hand.
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Chicago Record Magazine” July 2017
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