By Jonathan Koven
A moment might be parched until
you dive entirely into Love, childlike.
Its blue shuts, like sky
to baby bird, blue.
Framing its little form with it,
flooded by chance of a fall.
Love, sky fondly stilling
baby bird to kingdom.
Kindly doused in drink,
every remnant yet to live.
Alive within horizon song,
the rest, chatter by the sun.
softened beak with Love, wings raised
on wind’s cradle, rinsed without ransom,
Jonathan Koven grew up on Long Island, NY, embraced by tree-speak, tide’s rush, and the love and support of his family. He holds a BA in Literature, and Creative Writing from American University, works as a technical writer and is Toho Journal’s head fiction editor and workshop coordinator. He lives in Philadelphia with his best friend and future wife Delana and cats Peanut Butter and Keebler. Credits include Lindenwood Review, Night Picnic, Iris Literary, and more. His debut chapbook Palm Lines is available from Toho Publishing. His award-winning novella Below Torrential Hill is expected winter 2021 from Electric Eclectic.