Only I Do Such Things Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Only I do such things


Thank you; Thank you; Thank you
I bow, say.
I tell them to thank them and confirm their view,
Appreciate the topic, the method or content.

Inside me, secretly words flow:
“You sure are crazy! ”

No insult to my love, simply
Have no time to tell them:
“An artist is pleased with his work.”
As mother with her child; and honoured.

None of them can see, feel when I have
Tap opened, water runs in the sink
There dishes are buried in the foam,
With water detergent separates
Like the ice in summer in North Pole.

Only I; Only I; Only I
Only I stand there, in my mind images
Penguins and the seals, sometimes bears,
Even birds, too many, strange; seek for food.
Take shelter; lose shelter, enjoy sun and the loot.

Only I; Only I; Only I feel my pants rolled
To my knees and my toes are devils in river.
Hay floats on current, up and down
I see waves that hit dam of sticks, suddenly
Then the hay entangled in whirlpool, stagnant,
My big toe changes scene, parabolas.

Yes I am crazy
An artist, too busy
In my world of nuance
Only I
Only I
Only I
Only I do such things and still
Am honoured for the words transferred.