Grey Is Blanket Of Sky Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Grey is blanket of sky
-and too low
-and I go
-heading for Tim Horton
-to meet the old friends
-of CASM
- (once was a museum!)

Don-Mills is behind me
-Dufferin, am going
-our meeting is monthly

Yes, of course, today is
-Remembrance Day
-to respect…

I also sympathise
-with lives lost
-not with cause

I am well-aware of
-the nineteen with eighteen
-the actions taken in Siberia
-to invade and kill the
-Bolsheviks, Soviets
-with it, I disagree

But people have been killed
-sad inside, I can see
-brainwashed
-or…I see…

They are gone…
-and have died for nothing
-unless what can call it:
- "The B-Day of Cold War"

France and Britain
-had just won Europe's war
-divided the lands that
-were ruled by Ottoman
-now wanted the same for
-Soviets of Russia
-dirty game of the Fox
-Britain with no dusk

Can wear a poppy on
-my chest but…

On my way to the west
-I arrange stories in my head
-from seen and observed
-to the things of the past

Let's confess
- (though selfish and ugly)
-I am good narrator
-as well as orator
-can retell stories
-and make them freshly
-with simple excuse
-just a single drop
-I make seas and oceans
-with rivers, springs
-and beavers in creeks
-gathering woods to make
-dams and lakes
-then trees and the birds
-crawling and hunting animals
-fangs for the carnivore
-and talks of herbivores

This can be in blood
-read Scheherazade
-and her nights
- "Thousand one"

I see the dead leaves and
-bundled up women and
-bus-stops of Viva, TTC
-and Eagle that call "She"
-flapless; air-kiting
-her great miracle
-God-given or Nature's
-high-above
-but below air-planes
And I see woman-girl
-from the Philippines; her hair is
-part showing, part covered
-in hoody and a cap, tight and red.
- to me, her nose is a blood-betrayer!

And I look, and I search
-for kinds of beauty
-that am sure
-do exist

Each of us
-regardless of the race
-background
-has kind of beauty
-which is seen if only
-able to open eye
-consider the blonde,
-blue-eye
-or black and hazel
-light or dark
-each be one
-the sources can be and are many…

Thanks to God
-have great open heart
-can see all and love all
-admire low and high
-except for brutal

There, see the beauty in the leaves
-dead, fallen, dry, wet
-scattered by breeze and noisy

All I need to tell is is a dot or spot
-of disease or the hole
-by the thorns
-or a torn…

They flip and flop; dance ballet and salsa
-to Tango, Argentine's, and Cha-Cha
-music
-comes of wind and the hunk of the horns
And I go, and I watch
-feel hearing the drops on metal
- (the Chinese torture that
-became a favourite
-for use by CIA
-KGB and MOSSAD
-as well as the older and new
-forms, SAVAK…)

In my head are vases
-seas, oceans and rivers
-filled with the thoughts as drops
-from seen and made-ups…

"With so much on my mind
-how can I be ever
-sick with or grounded
-by the mean Alzheimer? "

I put past into now
-observing the men how
-vacuum or blow,
-the loose leaves…
-and think of my childhood:
- "Then we had brooms, swept them
-gathered them for feeding animals.
-What a change for the leaf in winter! "

Think, think, think…

And I laugh
And I laugh
And I laugh

At myself
At myself
At myself

Till I reach to place
-from team only two
-Bob, Terry
-are sitting and chatting
-I join them…