Scientists Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Scientists

Hey dear scientists
Let us think of something
That we see as it is; or must be.

The weather reported
Flurry, thick snow
Will come; is
Expected.

This is part of our life.

But I like taking knife
And start autopsy
Of a simple question:
"What? Snow? "

Isn't it miracle?
Beauty, excellence?
Surprise on how, when?
Things become and/or turn?

I am not seeing it
As a piece of item
As a tool, practice
Neither as, is-has been
Or maybe, can, must be…

For years it was seen as
Source of life and hardship
Or water and farming
But
Poets can become crazy
As some of us may be
Look at it with some zeal
Like loving hummingbird,
Flight of a new bee queen! !

Love snow when it falls
When virgin and melting
Even when I slip
Break bone or my nose! !