Trucking Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Trucking

I recall the time when
-snow meant blanket
-to the farms and plains
-as it did to mountains;
-beneath it, inside the
-womb of our Mother Earth
-rested seeds of farmers
-next to husks and bushes.
-All were the fetuses…
- (egg, ovule and sperm)

On and off, mother Earth
-felt the kicks and movements
-with dreams and motions
-of the seeds that chatted
-about their future
-when grown to give birth
-to many children…

Waited those beneath the blanket
-for warming, winter's end,
-when snow gets melted
- (converting to water)
-and like the phoenix-chick
-sprout new lives in the dying snow.

Then, seasons, represented Heaven
-fall, winter, spring and summer…

Our world is different
-in cities of urban
-snow causes damage,
-is seen as hazardous,
-remove it bulldozers
-to load it on trucks
-and take it to junkyard
-emptied and a pile
-treat it as trash…

Is midnight and trucks
-head for the graveyards!