Discovery Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Discovery

Sit here and stare
At the leaves, branches.

My thought is passenger
Saddles and travels.

Many times, come questions
By asking why, how, where?

Feel I am a condor…

Then, a bag, plastic
After wealthy's shopping,
Thrown out empty.

It acts like masked joker
Or clown, sad, happy.

No word said, in silence
I must read messages
Sent to me by movements.

The show is pantomime
While looking, guess, I find
The meaning via signs.

The leaves are jealous of
The mass of air, people!

Mesmerised, bite index:
"Are you sure heard correct?
Mass of air as people? "

Smile the branches:
"Look at him, the dumbest! "

A leaf with head towards
The patches of clouds:
"Yes, air, too, are people,
Have tribes, and leaders,
Husband, wife, children! "