Transfer Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Transfer

Was in room, just with me
And the books and writings,
Except us, no body…

Felt clouds and the fogs
Hurricanes and storms
Blowing as whirlwind.

And I was scared and
Shivering, shimmering!

Came thought of history
Saw rulers were changing
In Eighteenth Century (1763)
French men capitulated to rival
English, the so-called British!

Being in Canada,
Study the old names…

Feel obliged to know where
I live, know whose it was…

Took small rented car
Sat in it to drive…

Toward east I headed
Quebec to Brunswick,
Nova Scotia, PEI…

In times sat with old hosts
Whom I know owned the land,
And enjoyed the Mi'kmaq.

Visited museum
At the end of Quebec
It spoke of "Last War"
(British and French,)
Felt blood and lives of
Mi'kmaq, not considered,
Deep to bone felt ashamed!