The Road Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Road

In less than my fingers
Will hit the road, travel.

Plan to go around,
On the road to see towns.

Dislike the GPS
Follow the nose, nature.

Want to be lost again
Love being a child again.

Rendezvoused with a road,
Crossed legs, we spoke:
"Let it be like before."

We adored dirt and mud:
"Be natural, not asphalt
As it was in terrains…"

I pictured the trees
Saw a few birds nesting,
To lay eggs, to have chicks.

Have never liked cities
Not the malls and shopping.

In the bed, I prayed
And crossed my fingers
To see bears face to face
And to meet coyotes.

Prefer wilderness
And the roar of cougar.

Guess that we, children
That grew in the village
Were freer, luckier,
Eagles were our teachers
As were insects, beetles,
One taught math, another…