Here, in this part of the universe,
Everything has happened.
But over there, it’s only yesterday,
And the beautiful pause of death
Is still waiting for the notes to settle,
The music to subside.
I have been in an ocean
That defies everything we believe in.
I have spent a day watching forms
Arise and disappear.
The wind erases all our names
And we hear someone blow
On the slender grass blades.
The whole field fills
With luminous sound.
I think just beyond the
Radius of water, the nocturnal pools,
A small bird is engulfed in light.
You might say imagination
Gets the better of me, but I believe
This radiance is commonplace.
The ordinary miracle of the moon
Is an insomniac torching the western sky.
Despite our reservations,
These glassblown evenings pop
With ancient stars.
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 Chiron Review, Pretty Owl Poetry, Psaltery & Lyre, The Hamilton Stone Review, VAYAVYA, Gingerbread House, Gravel and Zetetic: A Record of Unusual Inquiry. Visit him at www.sethjani.com.