Selva Antica


He falsified nothing.
The forest was there
Percolating life
From the deep waters,
Unknotting his mind
In the complexity of groves,
The reason-defying foliage.
When he finally lost
The logician’s zest
For making doors
He found the light
Protracted everywhere.
The deer roamed quietly
While his tensions faltered.
He felt their softness
Nuzzle against his body,
And even the rocks
Taught him
A hard, industrious joy.



~ Seth Jani