Nazr
By Zara Houshmand
November 22, 2000
The Iranian
It has been so long,
how will you know me?
.
I am the one standing still in the rush
scanning the screen again and again
trying to find
a believable destination.
.
I am the one who has spread her skirts on the grass
like a picnic cloth, saying:
Here is trust.
And honesty.
And kindness.
Come feast.
.
I am the one tying poems
to the branches of a tree
whose leaves have fallen.
