Time Is Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Time is

In my palm time
I see my reflections
I did drinking water in Hana
And the pebbles stick in my throat
As do the words when choked by them
Particles, my marbles, to play, hitting finger
And they roll, turn and our eyes too, roll, "Matt"
They say...and I take mine, crystal, see through with leaf
Then I read The Blind Owl, and I read The Little Black Fish, wow
Time is in my palm, as if the finger biting cold water of the Cheshmeh
In Hana; I read to confess the Bergson's, in Time and Free Will; time is sum.