Am I A Thief? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Am I a thief?

I wonder what to name it
Maybe ‘theft’ or ‘learning’
But sure ‘inspiration’

I read his confession when he writes:
“The child tells me”, “not tells, orders”
And goes on, in teaching:
“I am just iris and cornea,
blind spot where brain meets mind,
the place where the image forms itself
from a spark—image of the coming storm.”
And halfhazard:
Half measures, I say. She says, action.
I: I’m one man. She: Seven billion.
Then concludes:
If you choose, the sea goes back.

The author of A Night in Brooklyn, D. Nurkse.

Am I a thief, a parrot, what?

I do not stop, read ‘God created Love’
Mostafa Mahdidoust inspires me too:

“Tree is known by its leaf
Spring by its flower
Star by its light
Mountain by its rock
My heart by love
Love by life
Call me by my first name”