January 1, 2019
- after Jericho Brown
Life awkwardly packed in a wheeled suitcase.
Unwritten letters wait for a new year.
Written, yet unread letters for the new year.
Waking from fever turns water to a gift.
Bickering angels bring water as their gift.
Lovers’ kisses trapped beneath foreign stamps.
Devotion arrives sealed beneath a stamp.
Fortune interrupts when tradition dances.
Fortune and I dance outside of tradition.
To reach India takes days and 58 years.
A voice so soft, I wear him all of my years.
New year begins by the river Kaveri.
Ananth, returned, to the river Kaveri.
A life awkwardly packed in a wheeled suitcase.
- © Jeffrey Dreiblatt 2022
Jeffrey Dreiblatt is a poety, visual artist and volunteer firefighter. His work has appeared in The Dillydoun Review, Bindweed and forthcoming in Cathexis Northwest Press. He lives in Copake and Brooklyn, New York, USA.
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