Sap Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sap

Packed and wrapped and added
-to the tools; camera memory-
-for going and filming
-sap taking
-of trees
-of Maple and boiling…

In my mind remembered snow shoes
-once were used for trips
-see tree and trees
-and buckets
-'Are they filled?
-Will they fill?
-Is it time? '

Searched angles, locations, tripod
-to set the camera in right light
-to shoot the good footage

He told me he would call
-and he did by a text
-his reply I had guessed

His 'No' said not right time
-temperature
-I suspect
-could have been

Anyway my dreams died fetus
-now baby of syrup
-lives in mind

Maybe once I will be lucky to…
-or maybe just in words
-will write it far better…

I will have sap, syrup…