June 3, 2016

Three Poems by Adam Sedia: "Vision," "The Seashell," and "They."

Adam Sedia was born in 1984 in Lake County, Indiana, where he currently lives and practices law. His practice primary focuses on civil and appellate litigation, and he has argued numerous cases before Indiana and federal appellate courts. In addition to his legal career, he self-published a volume of poetry in 2013 titled The Spring’s Autumn. Three of his poems were featured in the October 2015 edition of IVJ. Adam lives with his wife, Ivana.


(Sun Shower)

The storm air comes alive, electrified
As noonday sunbeams slice through the torrents, divide,
Infinitely pared and multiplied.

They turn the world into one sparkling mass
Of dancing light, a gossamer forest of glass
Dazzling with a gleam no eye can pass.

The endless, radiant, all-consuming light,
Refracted, mirrored, glinting, and shimmering might
Seem unreal, a supernatural sight.

Indeed it is a glimpse, if brief and faint,
Of what no words, no brush, no mind’s eye can paint:
True Light that transcends all earthly taint.


The Seashell

An errant shape appears upon the sand,
Borne from ultramarine depths to wash
Among the turquoise waves’ relentless crash
Upon another world, a sun-drenched land.

So small it is, yet so ornately planned:
A volute swirling to a spire, awash
With vibrant hues and iridescent flash.
What slimy mollusk’s home should be so grand?

The sea is deep and dark, and stretches wide;
Beneath its waves, it cloaks its treasures well.
I, small and land-bound, cannot breach its keep.

Yet this appears to me upon the tide,
An angel from that other world to tell
A small part of the wonders of the deep.


Who runs the world? Whose laws hold sway
Across all borders? They.
Whose word becomes the final say
On every question? They.

Who knows how Nature’s forces play
And all her secrets? They.
Who makes, has, and can take away
All things worth having? They.

No disbeliever can gainsay
A word ascribed to They,
And few will contradict the way
Of formidable They.
Who are “They”? Whoever may
Agree with one, for They
Do not need names when all obey
The word of a mere They.

The wise know whose words count, and pay
No heed to words of They,
Nor let themselves be led astray
By undetermined They.

~Adam Sedia

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