Stinkbug Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Stinkbug

Was too late
When left bed…

Am alone
All alone
And alone

Around me naked walls
Some pictures, some posters…

Tells me this audience:
"Have plans, Organise…"

For searching,
Read and write…

Podcast has occupied
Part of me, all my mind.

Think about stand, mic!

Hear song:
"Must be bird
About love…"

Roll curtain to the sides…

Look outside
A raven on branch
Is near, not so far…

Rush for the camera,
Change lens and
White Balance.

Look outside,
Raven talks,
Looks at me,
I pay back,
Both silent and still…

I am lost:
"What happened to its Caw?
What is this great song? "

Window is my friend,
Look outside,
Flies, goes the raven!

See brown stinkbug
With its shape
And long legs
Walks slow and stops,
And repeats on and on…

Reach for the camera
Same setting…

Always wrong!

"Snowbirds head for south, "
I read the article
It is not about birds
But of the men, women
With the salt and pepper
Or sand-dunes on their heads.

They too are snowbirds…

With them I, travel,
To childhood,
Mulberries are sweet
But hurt us the odour
Of the bug…

Of crows
Learn a lot.

They live long
And see much
Of snow,
Rain, droughts
And people…