His Mother Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

His mother

Poem, as he rightly believes, is a feeling
Like the dance of breeze among the trees
Like a worm crawling on and inside the apple
Like the hen looking for a safe place to lay eggs to sit on

Poem, as he rightly believes, is a feeling
Like the eagle royally flying; gently turning head
Like the peak's frozen snow shattering by noon's sun
Like libertarian falling off a ladder before reaching the book

Poem, as he rightly believes, is a feeling
Like his mother filling the plates for the neighbors
Like the moment he delivers them the warm food plates
Like the gestures of giving and taking in a generous society; concerned:

"They must've felt the smell."

"Go back." I tell him.
"Before falling in melting pot, "
Culturally shocked is he;
I: "Like sugar in lukewarm water; "

Turning head I cry of:
"Home-sickness"