Dream Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ducks many also geese
Water is clear, pristine
And the boys, Middle East
Burned by sun and river
The sky’s large mirror
Horizon far, endless
And a man and his wife
He spoke in Urdu, Pakistan
Then came girls, toddlers
The guides were few men.
Like spy I stood and observed
I question “No woman? No mother?
Undressed and dressed by a man? ”
Then I went closer to witness.
“I must carve a poem.”
I left and the dream kept going
A tooth fell; was small with blood.
But wonder has remained
“What’s dream, who from? ”
Not Freud, don’t tell me.