Pomegranate seeds

A poem from a wandering heart to an unusually captivating love.

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.