Nafis
a poem
Published in
Oct 30, 2021
I have this vision in my brain
That’s getting duller by the day.
I don’t know why it brings with it
The scent of smoke, soil and rain.
The visions of a tree-
Unveiling itself from fog,
Illuminated by streetlights,
Spreading roots for miles and miles,
Then, its trunk bends in sujood,
And the branches follow suit.
There I am within arm’s reach-
Of all that blossoms on its leaf.
*Nafis: Somali for ‘space to breathe’ or ‘refresh’
