In The Net Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In The Net

Am caught, tied, dead,
Gulliver's book cover,
And in net, tortoises!

Powerless, am drunk
To my face, talks sky
And rocky is ground!

Garry says: "Entangled, "
I wander in poem!

The mug is chipped,
Stained
And her hands are giver.

I am tied!
I am tied!
I am tied!

See me guest in own town,
There I learned to walk, run,
Loved my goats as shepherd.

Now, am back, grown up
And a man who has gone,
Travelled, world around,
See shepherd and his wife
Serving me tea with lime.

Yes Garry
They have the giving hands…

And again, in desert,
A poor man, driver
With stained glasses
Served me tea, it was best
Better than "Milk-Honey."

Yes Garry, those I miss,
Hate being in the hives of city,
Great are wrinkled hands of giving.