Intimidation Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Intimidation

I sit at a table in a corner
inside the coffee shop
I ordered a bagel.
Tim Horton, south-east of
The Jarvis; with Dundas.

Can see well, roads, outside
clear and in light and exact
traffic don't cross in red light
best view to watch, write.

I observe them and think
a woman at table deep asleep
another with dyed hair
has notebook and a pen.

Intimidated…half arose:
"Are you too? " mean to ask but stop
I know well, of thousands
millions of notebooks…
they buried the untold stories…

I think of the man who
faced counter's rejection:
"No sales and no supply…"
I questioned; she replied:
"He is bad…he is drunk! "

Keep thinking of outside
See the hands pushed forward
for penny, for a dime
even a cigarette, a coffee, in a cup
and think of the people over all.

What a world with we live in
varied are characters, silence to tornado
behaviours different, rises a hurricane,
with outfits and pockets.

I am in theatre of life in Canada.