In Minutes Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In minutes

Soon, tonight comes to end
Today turns, tomorrow…

And I think, and I ask:
"On what base? What the F? ? k? "

And I laugh, laugh out loud
And question, half drunk
With gracious red wine.

And I think, and I ask:
"On what base? What the F? ? k? "

Comes to mind
Guaman Poma…

We, both write,
pen in hand on the run
From the rulers, laws,
Not the king, but locals.

And he asks as I do:
"On what base? What the F? ? k? "

Everywhere, everything
In letters, eyes, and chin
In print and digits
I see time.

Angry, roll my eyes:
"What the F? ? k? "

Desperately I shout:
Hey Guaman,
Hey Guaman...

He, like me,
Is, on the run
And we ask:
"On what base?
What the F? ? k? "