I think what I will remember most
About you is the top of your head
Or maybe it will be your hands
That engulf mine in a valley.
I don't know if I am safe here
In this land that is fully yours
Yet I come and stay awhile
You move to make space for me.
Now I am a boat adrift at sea
Longing to be moored
You might be an anchor or the wind
That blows like a lost tumbleweed
Your mind is an ever-shifting landscape
In morning light it's a wide, open field
I can traverse with ease
By nightfall it darkens into a forest.
Where a dusky leaf langur hides
Its leaves are thick with mystery
The streams are endless
And I see more than one path.
By Nadia AyeshaQLRS Vol. 21 No. 2 Apr 2022