I Miss It Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I miss it

At the wharf of the Bell
-Island in Newfoundland
-Saturday…
-waves crashed in rows, chains

Excellent are photos of waves rise
-hurricane and the gust
-they give me real life
-though take it

They rise high in meters
-taller than the buildings
-cars, trucks are like ants
-looks like an elephant
-when we, mice

Wish was there soaked and wet
-splashed over me the meadow
-or would fall and look for
-a grip to hold on

Do not want simple life
-in cities and in towns
-want to be wild in the wilderness
-with pants wet of fear
-eye to eye with lion, jaguar or tiger…

Like looking at the bald wild vultures
-fighting and devouring the carcass
-shivering in the cold of the nights of deserts

Take me out of the towns
-send me to anywhere
-even to the Gulags…
-wherever, whatever
-boring is staying in cities for too long!

I was born in mountains
-like my life in same way
-around rocks, in plains
-from towns far away…