Times by Allison Grayhurst

Sometimes

I am dropped into evening’s glory

beside you, relieved of cunning, anxiety,

at peace with the dried nest cupping a crushed egg.

Sometimes

it is forward

and the wind that is wild is on my side

gathering forces to aid in my direction.

Sometimes

I am single, cloaked in

a dazzling and lush solitude, plump

at the core.

Roots are wings and those wings

never suffer fractures or deformities

but are final in their perfection.

Sometimes

I ask for just enough

to be guided from my prison cell

to build a lasting fire and have food

for my children.

Sometimes

I know I am loved

and those times are the best times –

infinite voices to chose from, colours

everywhere and heaven tangible,

inside my sheltering home.

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Allison Grayhurst is a member of the League of Canadian Poets. Five times nominated for “Best of the Net”, 2015/2017/2018, she has over 1250 poems published in over 485 international journals. She has 21 published books of poetry, six collections and six chapbooks. She lives in Toronto with her family. She also sculpts, working with clay; www.allisongrayhurst.com