Pen Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pen

It rained and, on my hand
Around me, there are worlds
My eyelash holds a world
My heart is sea of worlds
My mind is world of worlds
And I, lost in worlds

I am world; small size
Size of rain, one drop
Worlds, oh worlds
What is world?
Earth or sun, galaxy?
Galaxies, known-unknowns?
What is world?

Is it wave?
Hundreds and thousands
Millions of drops
Water mass; standing and marching
Yet moving; side to side
What is wave, does it move?
Goes across, up or down?
It fools eyes?

Take message to paper
Kiss her lips; mouth watered
Whatever; defecate…

But be sure you have said:
“I will go, out of sight.”
Don’t delay; disappear
I will too; very soon
Don’t ask where
Unaware, of its when

I can end in tepee
In the arms, of long-dead
On roadside, in jungle
In forest or ocean, anywhere
Tell paper I will go
Off the sight; disappear.