I don’t think forgetting you is at all
So little is held over from life to life,
Both the little lives we quietly live
From moment to moment,
And the big cosmic ones carried round
On the Buddhist wheel of samsara.
It’s actually certain barely-remembered details
That fill me most with such exquisite longing.
Not remembering the smell of your freshly-showered hair,
The shining looks of love and disbelief,
The sweetness with which you touched my hand.
If I forgot it all, perhaps I would be struck
By the weight of some unimaginable presence,
A karmic ghost in the backlights of my life,
A birthmark on my heart which no one believes
Is the sign of some great lost war from long ago.
Impoverished by the constant
Pull and worry
I gave the moon one hard
And strolled out among the grasses,
Among the altitudes of snow.
Slugging back my dark, beloved stuff
I slept openly on the frozen hay.
The beautiful way these birds
Have come from their night’s journey,
Come to the balcony, and the edifice
Come to startle our lives
Intimately with song.
We must be strong as these calm
Tamers of the wind,
Know the heart’s blue affair
Learn to speak the ease of trees;
Sumac, Poplar, the meridian
Of foliage and sky, in which the clouds
Are like wide thoughts under heaven.
What better ship for the strange voyage
What better music for the pivotal
Birth of dawn?
Every evening the dream that draws
The soul to sleep
Is a bright thread
From the Raven’s caw.
Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress. His own work has been published widely in such places as The Coe 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.