Map Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Map

Cities, towns, places
-for me are amusement
-as if books for knowledge.

I walk, and I drive
-road to road, house to house
-read, hear, many names
-in times too, note them down.

Red Water
Sandover
Scarsdale
(Tens, thousands!)

And, of course the brooks
-and cliffs and the farms
-cotes and mills…
(Tens, thousands!)

The Snare
The Haven
The Willow
(Tens, thousands!)

Then find me a haven,
-on my knees rest my head,
-map those names encountered.

Past, to me, comes alive
-on trees birds fly
-beavers make reservoirs
-fish swim, worms crawl
-many are animals
-as preys and hunters
-all of them are smart
-and all are satisfied
-with their needs,
-their limits…

Then comes man
-with claims…disasters.