Photo Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In photo
(That I took at the shore)
Two pebbles
Black/White
Small/Large
Sit and talk
(In silence; not a word)
I can hear with my eyes:
“I was rock in mountain
Cut off by dynamite.

Then on ship
Factory, I was carved
At a grave for sometime
Then flood washed away
Then pieces, too small
Then I rolled with flow
Rolled and rolled
Reached here as pebble, ”
Said Black and the White:
“In building
Sheikh’s palace
I stood at the gate
I was a statue
Rome’s soldier with helmet
Hand broke with wind-rain
Then the neck
As a gift I came here
(Just the head)
House was sold
Modernist was owner
And changes took place
And I, old
At the door they left me
Then trashed
And somehow I’m here.”
In photo
Two pebbles Black-White-Small-Large
Sit and talk; their nightly lullabies.