All And None Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

All and none

She, her hands and her hair visible
The artist of the sands
On glass, large-flat, shapes with hands

They move left, go to right; up and down
Palm tree come to life, and camels, caravan
Then a girl with long hair in desert next to pond
And the kids in a line holding hands.

She is god, creates, destroys
For nothing but her joy
Or show off?

I use words, simple ones, and record
The facts and fantasy, united as one lot.

I see wide as drop in Golshan’s
And Si-morgh in Attar’s.

“I am all; I am none.”