Been There Robert Okaji, Poem Imagine how summer rain differs from winter's. How I've become the blackest ribbon of your nights. What if pine needles rose from the earth to rejoin branches? And your conspiracies all wove true? A tapestry of bleak faces concealed in untruths. Bottles uncorked and emptied. I no longer fill your glass. Nor do I listen.
Rockport Robert Okaji, Poem Is this rubble home or destiny? They live in the interim, forever between. Submerged yet floating. Crowded, alone. A smashed boat on dry land tells one tale, the roofless house in knee-deep water, another. Still, no sirens announce their fury. Nothing to return to and nowhere to go. Flies shattering the returning calm.
Robert Okaji lives in Indiana. The author of multiple chapbooks, his work has appeared or is forthcoming in Vox Populi, riverSedge, The Big Windows Review, North Dakota Quarterly and elsewhere.