Flight Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Flight

Crazy are poets
-they speak to themselves
-everything front, rear
-to the side, far, near
-Living or life-given
-or at least I am so…

Sitting in clinic
-for doctor was waiting
-the window very wide
-and grey were clouds
-wavy were as is sea
-the edges were whitish
-in times saw jaws' teeth
-I sat back…scary…

They approached, came close
-then heard them talk, spoke
-hey friend, they seemed say
-my mind went astray
-recalled time that our car
-went too deep in the mud
-to engine got stuck

In South East of Iran
-I was not one of them
-the Baluch is local
-I was guest, of Tehran
-they had food and ready
-I knew of nothing

Everyone left the car
-smoking and munching
-but I had neither one
-went in search of the rock
-to slip under car
-to push-pull get it out…

Area is sand-mud
-hard to find stone, rock
-but I saw a big one
-to lift was difficult
-I tried

Encountered baby rats
-all pinkish, eyes closed
-an older, dad or mom
-seemed to gaze, did stare
-could read word without one
-leave us safe take the food
-half for us half for you

I returned to clouds as friends
-shower, rain, pour tears
-but please no flood, no damage
-I begged you, your honour
-and clouds did whisper
-rolled and rolled in layers