“one day i’ll know what a poem is about” by Roma Uzzaman
time and moonlight hang in the air like
moths, flitting about, aimless.
there is a poem in that silence —
a kiss, too, if you’re brave enough for it —
time in the midnight menagerie
like slow-falling in free verse,
like a kiss concealed in summer breezes —
a song to sing in minute-space —
sing to me when i’m aching —
when i’m drowning —
sleep full-stop in the city’s seams
and dream of seeking staying hands.