In The Kitchen Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In the kitchen

Standing by the cooker
Silently I observe,
The clock, its minutes,
Potatoes in the pot
Boil, bubbles…

Then I think of Parvin,
The poet of the kitchen,
The onion and garlic,
And the chickpea, lentil.

Though standing still,
My brain and my heart
Travel all around,
Go very deep in time!

I stand and observe,
Think of the things,
Remember…

Adoption of orphans,
(They were not,)
Papers were telling lies,
To part the mother-child?
The Korean criminals,
United with US, Canada,
The British House Child,
Residential schools,
Latinos, the Philippines,
Afghans in the USSR,
What a crime! Genocide?

And I think of people,
What about my pulled teeth?
Good friends have offered:
"For you, soup of turkey! "

The world looks like oceans,
Like plains and mountains,
Like rivers and deserts…
Good and bad everywhere!