When

A small ode to presence

When

Know not where
Know not why

Know not how
or what

I know nothing of these

but when
I hold
so near

but when
I breathe
in and out

but when
pulses like waves
through my veins

but when
the sweetest
of moments

but when
in a world
that waits for none

to know nothing else
but when

and for that when
to be

now.

A poem by Pemba Umoja