A Matter of Faith
I have believed more in the magic of the stars
than in God’s miraculous hand.
I have buried my head in the inevitable pattern,
crossed channels with the whisperings of the devil
and put my money on the line.
Now I still sway, maiming my faith with fear.
I reach for the roots, then tug a leaf.
I stand tiptoe to see beyond the barrier of fate
and am left with the wall and difficult breathing.
I call out be released consciously
from this dog-pit struggle.
I look beyond the future
into the circle.
I cry out for someone,
then open my eyes.
On plains of autumn green
where hardly bird or squirrel roam,
the dream we find by holding hands
is like a wave of sunshine
undulating on our brows.
On streets of winding stone, old
as medusa’s smile, old as wounded
pride resting on an enemy’s throne,
we laugh at the struggling day, mouths
full of kisses and a hunger soothed to sleep
by so many unforced smiles.
Up stairs once crushed by cannon ball fire
we lift our limbs to see where the city wall
extends, we are both thinking
of the good day behind, both sniffing
the devouring scent of unforgotten history.
Evening drifts through our hair.
We are alone, like all babes are and lovers too
who have perfectly communed
beneath this Northern sky.
Allison Grayhurst is a member of the League of Canadian Poets. She has over 550 poems published in more than 275 international journals and anthologies. Her book Somewhere Falling was published by Beach Holme Publishers in 1995. Since then she has published eleven other books of poetry and six collections with Edge Unlimited Publishing. She lives in Toronto with her family. She also sculpts, working with clay; http://www.allisongrayhurst.com