So complicated
the wiring
which makes
a memory.
I remember
believing wind
was bird wings
flapping over
head and branches
lined our palms
to lead us
where we need
to be. I am older
now and less
clear on how
I came to
view this world–
the roots
of my beliefs
the sky or
water?

About the Poet:
James Croal Jackson is a Filipino-American poet who works in film production. His latest chapbooks are A God You Believed In (Pinhole Poetry, 2023) and Count Seeds With Me (Ethel Zine & Micro-Press, 2022). Recent poems are in Hello America, Little Patuxent Review, and Ballast Poetry Journal. He edits The Mantle Poetry from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
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