by Seth Jani
After a small certainty
there is always the hunger
come back up, like a prayer,
from the dark body,
filling the world
with yesterday’s losses.
It demands we turn
and face again
the incarnate suffering
with its deep blossoms,
its metallic seeds.
We learn to call
out into the fading light
where some distant star
breathes with otherness.
Reminding us, that though we are connected,
it is a long and fearful way.
Seth Jani lives in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). Their work has appeared in The American Poetry Journal, Chiron Review, Rust+Moth, Pretty Owl Poetry and Psaltery & Lyre, among others. Their full-length collection, Night Fable, was published by FutureCycle Press in 2018. Visit them at www.sethjani.com.