Two Poems — Poetry by Seth Jani

Creatures

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The wind breaking

On the rutted road

Is like the voice

Of some other world

Calling through the early

Dark of spring.

And I lift my hand,

Which is your hand,

To thank the generous elements

Who have opened this tiny door

Between that blossoming other kingdom

And our own ruinous kind of being.

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At a Certain Speed

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We hobble in and out of our lives.

We go breakneck into eternity.

From abyss to shining matrimony

Whatever sustains in us

Is on the move.

So I cross the country

And I bathe in rivers

Far from home.

I exchange my breath

For the breath of mountains.

I nurse a song to trade

With the wind’s raving music.

I blow atoms from my body

Into the cold puncture wounds

Of stars.

I wait, a patient root,

In dark civilizations.

The endless wine of coincidence

Circles in my veins.

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Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). His own work has appeared throughout the small press in such places as The Foundling Review, The Hamilton Stone Review, Hawai`i Pacific Review and Black Heart Magazine. More about him and his work can be found at  www.sethjani.com