Illusion
Waiting inside of the night,
I could make out the mound
& my mother’s eyes, the blank embrace
of innocence when she returned
from the other side of the light
where everything wept
as it was loved & forgotten.
It’s your turn, it’s always
your turn,
the night says.
Rachel Eliza Griffiths, 1978–
“Illusion” from Seeing The Body
© 2020 Rachel Eliza Griffiths
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