She Is Everywhere Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

She is everywhere

I saw her
It was her but not her
But saw her inside her.

Confused like these lines
I was and mystified.

Pitch black, full of curls
Was the hair, was not hers
But to me looked like hers
The same were skin, face
None was hers but was hers.

Eyes in mind entangled
As oil tanks collided
Their gas-oil splashed
Off cracks to water.

Foot on gas and brake
Hands busy, wheel hard held
I drove on Do Mills
Mind and heart on Dundas.

Accident is long gone
She still shivering in my arms.

Guess this pain is tattooed
And remains on skin
Of conscious, bone and meat
It has gone very deep.

I see her in her kind
In woman and girls, young
And those of her culture
Regardless of the age.