Pneuma II

By Marc Janssen

Another swipe and
The willows bend haltingly
In October’s breath.

Below the jagged sea of clouds
Rant and invisible
The light packages through,
Scrapes the ground.

We spill over chairs
Wind beating at our windows
In perfect safety.

The three of us are here,
The finite and the infinite
Blows your way wild and unkempt
Pushes you-

The blue envelope
Dances through the empty street
Free and imprisoned.

Marc Janssen has been writing poems since around 1980. Some people would say that was a long time but not a dinosaur. Early decrepitude has not slowed him down much; his verse can be found scattered around the world in places like Pinyon, Slant, Cirque Journal, Off the Coast and Poetry Salzburg also in his book November Reconsidered. Janssen coordinates the Salem Poetry Project- a weekly reading, the occasionally occurring Salem Poetry Festival, and was a nominee for Oregon Poet Laureate. For more information visit, marcjanssenpoet.com.