This River Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

This river

By ‘Othello' Tunnels,
Not that of Shakespeare,
In trance, watch the river,
Water runs and the stones,
Are kind of half-immersed.

I went, took some pictures,
Then packed tools,
Walked around on the earth.

Earth and I were friends,
She felt like my mother!

On some rock, sat silent,
And stared at the waves,
Saw many varied curves,
Around the rocks,
And elsewhere…

I felt I was a bird,
I felt I was a rock,
I felt I was water.

I was all,
I was none.

For the artist, a brush,
For canvas, I was love.

I felt like louvre-Shahyad,
The paintings on the walls,
Of my heart, and my mind.

I recalled my childhood,
Esfahan's Zayandeh Rud
Then Vineh and Jajrood…

With mountains all around,
With a clean blue sky,
With many autumn leaves,
I observed a painting…