In Pocket Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In Pocket

Saw egg was strange
Picked, put it in pocket
At his home made a nest
Of dreamy ego, ambitions.

Thought of good ambient
Acted like mother hen.

Thought of days required
For brooding his wealth
To exceed all numbers
And gave it month or less…

Weeks went by and he checked,
Month crossed, no chicken…

As weeks went after months
Confused, he was lost…

Had heard of stories
Of the wine when ageing
And antiques when timing.

Added time weeks by weeks
and with it changed thinking:
"Will leave it to dry
Till, ancient it becomes
Both in and out of shell
To match the treasures."

Days faded into months
made plans all along…

Surprised was some day
When he found the eggshell
Cracked but no chicken…

Searched the rooms,
Corridors and kitchen
To bedrooms and to beds,
And could not find chicken.

Visited shops of pets
And spoke with experts…

Felt shackles at his legs
When the words of person
sound anvil, hammer
On the heated iron:
"This egg is of snakes
And you are in danger! "

What once was Strange
Had become wanderer
Everywhere and nowhere!

"Damn me, I am simple,
Selfish and unaware,
Wanted to save and gain
Now fear nights and days
To be the victim of,
A venomous sting, killed! "

Full of waves was his life
Every buzz caused a shock:
"Am I dead? Or Alive? "

He knew each inhale
Could be last, no exhale!

Left his house, went away
Took a tent, joined others
In jungles and trails…

At a beech, satisfied, watched sky
The mermaids, golden hair, blue-eyed
Wore scarlet makeup, eyelashes,
Resembled quiver of arrows…
So, forgot snake, house.

When he reached for pocket of towel
Was bitten by the inside's venom,
Shouted: "Help, " but the girls
Were picky and ignored, he fell dead.