Trust | R a s m a H a i d r i | Rasma Haidri


I kneel in the attic,

next to a box of little girl dresses,

feeling our impending goodbye.

No brain, I am only heart

and skin and breathing,

                        staring at nothing,

not even an imagined


            till I see

in the flashlight beam,

a world of dust, swirling chaos,

specks like planets 

flung from orbit,

massing, revolving back,

splitting into twos and threes

and lonely ones--

                        and I know

I orchestrated

this music of spheres--

as I watch,

everything changes:

dust specks settle

            into one flow--

from solos to chorus,

and this too, I know

I conduct.


Published in Young Ravens Literary Review, 2019