For Marzieh Sotodeh





I waited so long at the threshold of solitude

Until my feet rooted in a land

Enriched with avidity

And trees sent me a breeze

With a message of futility.


I have to go a long way

A way through a rough path

And my feet are bare

With the wounds of absurdity.


But there is a feast

In my way

Among the branches of a tree

With a sparrow

And her chicks.


Dec. 26, 2018

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