by Seth Jani
Now I have settled like the wheat sack
full of seeds, or the sunlight cautiously
falling, or the rain-pelts of late summer.
Longing, you will be here forever,
lodged in my mixed colors, my buckets of malcontent.
How beautiful to know my limitations.
This small self, endlessly wheeling
towards the luminous and unknown.
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, The Comstock Review, Rust+Moth and Pretty Owl Poetry, among others. Their full-length collection, Night Fable, was published by FutureCycle Press in 2018. Visit them at www.sethjani.com.