Charcoal Poem Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Charcoal

I wonder how mind works
How time goes?
In exchange for day-nights
That we pay, of our life
What comes as trade off?

Memories?
The photos and learning?

Whatever…

I read my shared poem of the day
It referred to charcoal…

I flew to childhood
The lots time
To this age.

I stood and observed
Too small…

There was well
At bottom some tinder
Some sticks then fire
Then-after boughs
Then trunks
To fire

Men closed sealed
Hid flames

Days after I saw them lift charcoal.