all of us are searching for an open arm

by Allen Seward

wanting, needing,

stretching, yawning,

crying, crying,

making love out of thin air,
making thin air out of love,

bending, bending more,

paying, breaking,

there are so few eulogies left,
there is very little time,

one day, and another,

creeping, crawling,

crying, crying,

the hands of the clock are not soft,
the music is beautiful only a moment longer,

promising, praying,

bargaining,

crying still.


Allen Seward is a poet from the Eastern Panhandle of West Virginia. His work has appeared in Scapegoat Review, miniMAG, Spare Parts Lit, and Alien Buddha Press. He currently resides in WV with his partner and four cats. @AllenSeward1 on Twitter, @allenseward0 on Instagram.