The sea is a patchwork kind of dream,
Held together by wind and tugboats.
On the barges the huge clouds
And the mammoth uncertain thoughts
That sometimes find us
In the long, turbulent darkness
Walk out along the tidelands
To find their truths.
We were warned that eternity
Was arduous and endless.
In those cold spaces, the molecular fish
Of a body
Is just one more strange aquatic lamp
Burning in the deep.
Seth Jani was raised in Western Maine. He is the founder and editor of Seven CirclePress and his own work has been published widely in such journals as Writers’ Bloc, Foundling Review, Hobo Camp Review and Gutter Eloquence. He currently resides in Seattle, WA.