Toward – by James Owens

Maybe the high clouds
will be there before me.

As if desire made arrival
already true in the departure,

I close a door and recognize
your pulse beating in my wrists.

James Owens‘s most recent collection of poems is Mortalia (FutureCycle Press, 2015). His poems and translations appear widely in literary journals, including recent or upcoming publications in Waxwing, Adirondack Review, Tule Review, The American Journal of Poetry, and Southword. A native of Virginia, he earned an MFA at the University of Alabama and lives in a small town in northern Ontario.

Photographer’s Note: Here is the door that is closing. So much for such a brief poem.