Shantih Journal 2.1 - Page 16

This Is How Good You Are michael daley In this room, where you often appear, windows fill with swirls of the river’s meander from glacial drip to the bay’s wild crush while you lean on a windowsill and wonder beyond those rooftops. In this room, where sometimes you dance, I envy your romance with the unexpected— boughs weighted by buds jeweled in spring rain, the sheen of goldfinch darkened on the tip of thin yew branch. And in this room, I sort through notes you drop from a sometimes-troubled heart, drafts I don’t promise not to steal, hold up to the light. and search for gold-tipped songbirds 16