Jill Chan is the author of ten books including What To Believe: poems (2017). Her work has been published in Poetry New Zealand, Otoliths, Brief, Blue Fifth Review, The Tower Journal, and other magazines.
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Everything becomes serious…
Everything becomes serious
when we are sick.
Life is a series of tiny misses.
Living has become difficult.
Not difficult like illness
but difficult like uncertainty,
like accident, its aftermath.
You are my uncertain hope.
Like morning, like dust.
Dust that wakes me.
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“Dew Light”
after W.S. Merwin
I haven’t thought of the day.
I am only in it.
Today when everything
is present
even when it is not here.
I haven’t thought of dew,
how it settles majestically
on a thing that stays.
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The Dark
I’ve become uncommonly afraid.
The littlest things rattle me.
I’m afraid of being left alone.
Where is the one who was brave?
Where does courage go?
Even when beauty stills me,
fear is the dark I hold.
Where does the night go
between the time we stay
and the hour we arrive?
ISACOUSTIC* 
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