No Number Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

No number

Was born where
-grazing animals
-was valued far above
-study and research
-on the eye's retina
-to stop Alzheimer
-through gaze, camera.

Nostalgic I feel and
-want return to that time.

Mirror sits on wall and
-I look at my own eyes
-can retain only one
-mountain-chain
-far away is its peak
-higher than Everest.

Melancholy
Melancholy
Melancholy

Want to go somewhere where
-have no name, nor number
-being far is OK
-far, too far; far away,
-even if is my death
-just no name,
-no number
-but rather
-in a cave
-in forest
-in desert
-or ocean
-on a tiny island…

Simply want to be
-what I am, me, me, me
-not a name, nor number
-on some card, as are walls
-undeclared but jail's bars! ! ! !