What do we do with unmet desire?
Let it lick the iris in the eye
& glaze at the yellow mile
stretched ahead the tip of your nose
as if something could rest for once.
A foreign lie that takes time to come home.
Damascus is upon my gentle spirit &
makes me weak with visions.
The bending arms & legs
Have born the weight only shortly
before, too, succumbing to
the pleasure of letting go.
A well-spoken truth that turns its back.
Do I dare peer into the masked face?
Or send my soul on its own while I wait--
Not for the return, but the final broken
Moment of disgusted surrender
when all the purity I didn’t have
is gone once & for all.
A crisp ethic that has many names.
Chelsea Grinstead is not concerned with where she ends up. God is her bread and butter. She graduated from University of Florida with a bachelor’s in journalism. She loves sunshine, reading, writing, yoga, and politics. She wants to go back to UF or maybe travel. She would love to be a missionary working in the developing world—but she wouldn’t mind being on bestseller lists either. To her, each day is a gift and an opportunity to be spiritual, being in oneness with God and truly connecting with people on that level. Poetry is how her mind works and is a natural way she expresses herself. When she reads others’ poetry, the pain or sorrow inside her is translated to endless beauty. Poetry is her land.