The Time To Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The time to

The Caral is on desktop,
Strange and unheard of,
For many, many knights.

Even I find it tiresome
Take a break, read poem…

"Take a knife, " it says:
"…cut the envelope open,
Where it written: ‘Return! '"

In it I see the curly hair
Perfumed and bundled…

Come to me the merit
Of age…and many travels…

I was in Peru, by Lima
The workers had brushes,
Shovels and the picks
And buckets and dug deep.

In the middle, the circle
Took me to Zoroastrians'
Heroes and Fireplaces…

I picture Shahnameh
With entangled war, love,
And the tiny fights, sacrifices
Of the champions, brothers
And sisters and parents.

Confused, I am drunk,
More of tipsy than gone,
I am in trance with love,
Both romantic and divine.

Find me in the tunnel,
Of the great Pyramid,
In which walks Judy,
Her heart wrenched…