prayer (xxiii)
By Jonathan Chan
oh how i have missed
those dark silences.
i have tired of the
clouds and the cascading
golden light. the shimmers.
the afterglow. give me
the tremors of a thousand
nights. the craving and
the curiosity. the
concordance of water,
spirit, a life. the
fall of lightning cuts
a brazen storm. the
fears efface their
fixations. it was Rilke
who dreamt it: loving
the dark hours of one’s
being. where flesh
can forgive a fatuous
dream. where new life
delights in its unveiling.
meditations of sand
and cut glass.
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Jonathan Chan is a writer and editor. Born in New York to a Malaysian father and South Korean mother, he was raised in Singapore and educated at Cambridge and Yale Universities. He is the author of the poetry collection going home (Landmark, 2022) and Managing Editor of poetry.sg. More of his writing can be found at jonbcy.wordpress.com.
