Closing

An unknown morning hidden in dusk.

It was time.

She walked into the lighted
room.

Alone

Her feet against the cool tiles

the light shining from above.

An unknown morning
hidden in dusk.

She closed the door
leaving the world behind

cleansing herself
in streams of warmth

not sure if she’d ever return

watching the water
rushing through her pink toes,

swirling
swirling
swirling

down the drain.

A poem by Pemba Umoja