Here

By Jemma Emele

I stand here,

in front of the mirror

of the bathroom

in my friends house

and I look at myself

and through the window

the sun shines in rays

of little light

and I find it again

after seven years

of having misplaced it,

it’s right under my tongue,

intermittently seen

but always warm and

dissolving,

and I am not going

to try

to describe what it feels

like any longer

than this

because there are no

final, whole words

for an embracement,

a song,

a slight change in the wind.

Tomorrow I will roam

the world,

steady pain in my side,

steady hope,

tomorrow I go,

today I have

arrived.

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