On the Morning That Morning Came Back to Me
Jake Lane
Poetry
Sleeping bags in my grandfather’s room became the beds
we nestled into for what felt like a lifetime. Years ago,
siblings paralleled lives became forgotten, apart
from the hutch’s corner, the one that split my head.
A trickling. The ragged carpet.
Comforting warmth. Light tunneling.
Palms up, I awoke with a scratch.
Jake is a husband, father, poet, and playwright whose work focuses on examining themes of identity, memory, faith, and the human condition. His debut poetry collection We Can’t Program the Sun (Bottlecap Press) is out now, and his work has been published in The Writing Disorder, Coalition Works, JMWW, As Surely as the Sun, Creative Colloquy, and Eunoia Review. Jake is an MFA candidate at Augsburg University and lives in the Pacific Northwest.