The Same Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Same

Eager and open eyed
I search and look around
Want to see hats, cloaks
Jewish ones on Bathurst!

In these hats I see past
I worked with the nomad
We took wool and soaked it
In the soap and then rubbed
Times and times, till was thin
To shape them set on moulds…

No one there, I wonder
-Can it be the lunch time?
I murmur my question.

Suddenly my sun shines
See some kids, penguins
Seeing them I smile:
-They behave just like us!

We were youths, teenagers
For walk, games, boys gathered
Hands and hearts, gave shoulders
We made jokes and chatted
Our actions angered the elderly:
-You, bad boys, the faithless!