I Want Home Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I want home

Overcast and covered is the sky
as it used to be in my childhood.

But then, as I recall
the world was different
the snow was truly white
as were the bedsheets
hung in the summer sun;
to dry.

We enjoyed playing in the white tunnels
the caves under snow mountains in chain.

Now I drive and empathize with the flurries
falling on my wind-shield; melted before I can
recognize them as snow, hail or frozen raindrops.

I want home as Edward G. Robinson did
in the 'Soylent Green'.