The burden set down
and my own foolish life
ready to blossom,
ready to join the colors,
the red and white flames
of spring.

If this is who I am,
I am happy.
If this is a waystation
on the road to someone else,
I am equally
at peace.

Listening to the evening birds
outside my window,
I feel the weight
of all I’ve wanted
growing lighter
than a wing.


poem by Seth Jani


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, Ghost City Review, Rust+Moth and Pretty Owl Poetry, among others. Their full-length collection, Night Fable, was published by FutureCycle Press in 2018. More about them and their work can be found at www.sethjani.com.