I reify wisps of breath your green light on
my inmost pane into words that make me
whole. You sketch my dither and distance.
What’s the benefit of calescent bearings
when there is no sign of assignation.
There is barracoon for another season.
Ease with which you cross my quagmire
leaves me muddled and mad. Happiness
is another’s toast.
©Sanjeev Sethi all rights reserved
Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three books of poetry. His most recent collection is This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). He is published in more than 25 countries. Recent credits: Abstract Magazine, Aromatica Poetica, Futures Trading, Talking Writing, Packingtown Review, The Sandy River Review, Raw Dog Press, The Sunday Tribune, The Cabinet of Heed, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.