from it, poetry arrives

bits and pieces of her day

get stuck in her hair

she carries grief quietly

as one breathes, she only knows it

when she really thinks of it; she thinks about

where poetry lives

every morning then every night when she goes home-

as she contains moving scenes of

a market street; the shuffling worries possessing bodies of anyone and everyone

or return on investment broken down into basic needs.

there is poetry for grief and from it, poetry arrives.

Rifat Islam Esha is a poet. For more updates on her work, you can follow her on Instagram: @rifatiesha