Bare Foot Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bare foot

Barefoot I, at the beech
-feel sort of dizziness
-when thinking
-of Lighthouse from Woolf,
-Lolita…Nabokov's…

Between toes a feeling
-of the sands, tickling
-look at far, inhaling
-the fresh air of sea.

Who are we?
What are we?
Why do we…?

Their lives are in sky
-of my mind like stars.

Look at waves in front.

The why, how, of success
-the reasons and causes
-incidents, accidents,
-footprints behind them
-wander in poor brain…

I am filled with questions
-march in mind the changes;
-yesterdays' good is now
-the worst that could happen! ?

I think of the Hashtags
-of "Trump" to "MeToo"
-True, False, Fake News
-and turning classics
-into the disasters.

I think of radios
-stopping to play
-an old song, as: "Is wrong! "
- "Baby, it's cold outside! "