Other Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Other

Feels good and strange
-when you are the other;
-different from the rest…

Found clouds in the sky
-generous, open heart
-to send us lots of rain.

Felt blessed in a T-shirt
-while breezed, drizzled
-causing joy, serenade
-with great calm, bliss.

Saw people wear jackets
-stumble for shelter
-run away from the rain
-under roofs or covers
-of gutters or the tarps;
-some carried umbrellas.

They ran and I crawled
-when spoke, I drawled:
- "Feel free, please think
-about me as you wish
-and judge me as you want
-that I am out of mind
-to behave with a wrong…"

Enjoyed the chilliness.
Raindrops soaked me wet.
Drops massed on forehead.
My mustache turned to moss.

Pleasure was seeing
-others' looks, rolling eyes
-and wrinkles of frowns:
- "This man is crazy! "