Sea Round Stone
Jad Josey
The way our bodies part and
come back together. A finch bobs on the naked branch.
I wonder if she grasps how tightly
she clutches the wood or if she
sways on the limb devoid of satiety.
How wondrous to gather balance
with no notion of balance. When the dark sea
finds itself after cleaving apart round stone
the knot in my chest unwinds, the swerve of my blood
recalibrated, your long hair in my fist
soft and yielding, leading back to your wide eyes. There was
never any part of me that wasn’t alone.
There was never any part of me that hasn’t wished otherwise.
Jad Josey resides on the central coast of California, where he spends as much time in the cold Pacific ocean as possible. His work has appeared in Glimmer Train, Passages North, Ninth Letter, CutBank, Pithead Chapel, and elsewhere. Read more of his work at www.jadjosey.com or reach out and say hello on Twitter @jadjosey.