Pomegranate seeds

Poem by Jackson Williams Photography: "Afterparty" by Chi Huynh

I lose interest so quickly and cannot be expected to stay in one place

I shift phases like the moon and sweep by like the wind

Running like I’m running out of time

But you?

For you, I am the earth the mountains ground into

The spreading roots of a sequoia

A skeleton in its grave

If the world should die

I’d be sitting calmly in the midst of all ruin

Still patiently and loyally there

Swallowing pomegranate seeds

For you, I’d stay.