Miracle Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Miracle

Call it God or nature, incident, accident
Whatever
I’m artist, a lover of nature as it is
I adore, admire

In kitchen
Knife is sharp slicing
Cooker on, margarine sizzling
Pan and eggs are waiting

Mushrooms white
They are round, spheres with the tails
Brutal are my hands
And I cut

Suddenly I stop
Look inside
Parallel are thin walls
Cream-look and brown

“Camera” I smile full of joy
Then I run
“I’m ready”
A shutter and photo

Mesmerized
My jaw falls
I shout loud
“Miracle”