Hands Of Guesses Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hands of Guesses

I look at north and south
-to east, west, left and right
-everywhere, down and up…

See no moon or star
-and the sun is long gone.

Watch is what gives advice:
- "Day went and it is night! "

I think of long ago
-no clock, tool of time
-to sit on wrist or wall…

The buildings and the roads
-shops, houses, walker-byes
-everything is the same
-in shady, hazy fog…

Beauty is there but
-the fear causes might
-of hitting old or young,
-man, woman or the child…

I drive and my mind
-keeps thinking of London,
-which is known for its rain
-and clouds and the fog…

Green turns to amber
-then comes red.

Nothing is clear
-everything is in shade
-light-lines are broken
-heaven is in the hell
-confused are the eyes…

Everything is a dream
-in the hands of guesses;
-even the vehicles…