Spring Seth Jani Someone says wing, and I watch the light Grow deeper, the eclipsing crosshatches of birds Return from their dark portal. Everyone is always telling me That there’s no joy in stillness, In the calm waters where the feather falls. Make waves they say, Conquer and expel, grasp the ocean In your hands and drink its depths. But maybe, on some days, When the burning has ceased, I want to watch the surface light Playing for no reason, […] Continue Reading
