I wait, and seek a refuge in
Of language – elements worn thin
that still prevent
The mind’s own vanishing. Each night
Each morning, newly woven light
begins to fray,
And yet the shell remains a source
of purple stain,
And rowers bend against their course
in some dark rain.
- Jared Carter’s forthcoming book of poems is A Dance in the Street, available in the fall of 2012 from Wind Publications in Kentucky. Wind published his previous collection, Cross this Bridge at a Walk, in 2006. His work has appeared in Poetry, The New Yorker, TriQuarterly, Iowa Review, Hudson Review The Dark Horse, Prairie Schooner, and Kenyon Review. Additional poems and stories may be found on his web site at www.jaredcarter.com.