April 18, 2023 - “Of Writing” by Rahil Najafabadi

OF WRITING

Of finding the color of air­­––It is a new place.
I see the room between everyone, not themselves,
except for when we meet. I write of you, of writing,
of knowing nature by looking, not by memory.
Maybe you are a man immortalizing me with clay,
wearing a smile that is familiar, yet new. Maybe,
you are the feeling equivalent to the waters
holding hands on the Piedmont. When I pen,
I write of many people, but mainly you. Mainly me––
as I live through the smile I give you momentarily.
I write of you, the desert, and the shade of nonexistence,
just to read myself.