ISSUE 5 · FALL 2010
So this is how it feels to
yearn, to be chipped away
to leave shards of oneself in
far flung places.
After the wandering ceases the mind
begins its strange journey,
finding a doorstep; a graffiti-lined fence. Sometimes
sometimes a mood. Often what you crave cannot be held,
a certain accent brings goose bumps to your skin, a kind
of blue wets your appetite,
as sometimes does
the sound of footsteps on gravel, in spring, or
smell of wind whittling away at bark.
How these pieces of a whole could appease
if only the right formula were found
like a spell might give you wings or
This is what it feels like. A longing to hoard, to
categorize, like a stamp collector’s dream;
an old suitcase you can no longer close
or take with you without its contents trailing.
An overflow, and when the tide ebbs,
a receding trail.
Anna Jaquiery was born in France and is of French-Indian descent. Her poems and stories have appeared in various print and online publications including Magma (UK), Flashquake (US), and Freefall (Canada). Her poetry chapbook Sailing Across Hemispheres was recently published by Flutter Press. She lives in Melbourne, Australia with her husband and two young boys.