I found a father who sings
In the changeless light.
I found a son with two torn-out heart strings.
In the old wind a young bird
Is taking shape
With twin eggs burning in his throat.
On the way to an unspecified kingdom
A pilgrim falls down
Utterly amazed, a fish is staring
Through the stream’s blue pupils
Wondering if he is king.
In my body’s half-spent pastures
A demon and an angel
Have begun to wrestle.
I believe death arrived long ago
On a star crashing through the
He crept into the garden
And slid one long hand
Down the woman’s thigh.
Since then we have lived secretly burning
To touch our own frail hands
Against the moon’s crescent,
Have lived with one arm building wings
Across endless abysses,
With one arm touching
The dark, hermetic seeds.
Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). His own work has been published widely in such places as The Coe Review, Devilfish Review, The Hamilton Stone Review, Hawai`i Pacific Review, Gingerbread House and Gravel. More about him and his work can be found at www.sethjani.com.