Too Early Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Too early

Early for two hours, even more
I look at the white doors.

Ivy green, scattered all around
Make shadows on the walls.

“Is my host sleeping? ” on my mind.
I lean back in car’s seat, is reclined.

Eyes roll and look around at all sides
Vertical windows’ shades in the front.

Narrow are slots between blades; show inside
I see them as showcase: “Thoughts race on.”

In silence, no motions, all is doubt
I am bored, half lonely, half tired.

I am fire when thinking ‘under ash.’