Entrance To The Womb Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Entrance to the womb

Lucky you, the learned
Loving God, rejected
You know your footstep
I do not and am lost.

In moments I stand
A stick in the sand
In desert of the thoughts
And moon goes and sun comes
My shadow laughs and turns
From west to the east
Sometimes none
At my feet.

And I think
Horizon extended
To sky as limit
And questions are the dunes
Dance with wind and breeze
Leave the land as barren
And in times make big hills.

"Is there God? "
"What is what? "
"When did life come about? "
"How come is so perfect from birth to the death
And dating and mating and rearing…"
Then I shout…

I recall my trip in La Paz
A research on pasts' thoughts
There remain some ruins
They are rooms as graves
Simple-made on ground
Geometric entrance and exit
As if are mothers' wombs
The gates for death; rebirth.

Dear God (If you are)
Come and help
I am lost…