A Little Poem
Everywhere I go

I am not lost, but everywhere I go I am looking for me, even in places I haven’t been to in people I am yet to know in grocery aisles and street lights, in time and things passing by from clouds to the sound of rustling leaves I am always listening, thinking, wanting waiting for no one in particular the waves play touch and go and the sea looks back at me in shades of blue, grey, and green and just like that, the day ends to begin again and I go looking for me with me
Poet Lubna Yusuf
You may like to read her new book of essays and letters, The White Pebble
