In the Sway of River Birch

A cliff’s turned collar sheds sunset gold.


Bare rock darkens to accept

what the night sky lowers

through dense steam onto stone,


into river breath and this truck driver’s gaze.

Pulling freight between white lines and starlight,


wanting to hitchhike upriver, scrape the dust

of many roads into a slow, cool swirl near

rapids, then lay out naked beneath shimmer,


breathing in and out, waiting for a crescent

to silver a clear path to needed change.



I see all women in the sway of river birch.


I lay out on warm stone while bats

wing-brush ciphers, dusk rolling

dark blue thighs onto the burlaps of sky,


my transit across thin crust is a mural

hinged on trust and faith. I imagine


the moon lowering a lace sari onto two lovers

sleeping back-to-back. Raising my arms,

I spread the ten roads of my fingers


inside river breath and this light.

Charles  F.  Thielman

About Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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