Moccasin Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Moccasin

Like the mist of cascade she landed
Like the fogs and clouds she landed

Masked vision of the curves
She covered the hills-heights

Like angels of the sun was mirage
Bare her feet; pilgrimage in shrine

Like dervish, like Sufi, covered head by Namad
Kashkool sat on shoulder; Tabarzin in one hand
Closed-rose were her lips water-song the sacred
Sure expert, doubtlessly hit drum and then sang

Muslim-like wearing shawl; in center a drum
As if is her Mecca; Al-Aswad Cubic, Central

And beaters held sticks cried out nostalgia
Grandpas', grandmas', children all around

I could see Shams - Rumi; Hoo-Ya_Haq
Maanavi in blood with Hallaj, Anal-Haq

But in fact we were guests
And the host, First Nations