Two poems by John Siddique

Orpheus as a Child Everything is bright to his eyes. The spaces between the connections of life. Each sound is music, whether it is factory thrum, or spider web vibration. He loves raindrops falling into puddles, tiny ripples, reflected skies. Rocky outcrops and tree silhouettes outlined against the light. The sun reminds him of his father, both powerful and distant simultaneously. He dances in rainstorms, … Continue reading Two poems by John Siddique