Nowruz in Exile
I sit at Haft-Seen
wait for the long distance
to take me home
Every voice is
a shower of rain
off the screen
I fight with myths
too grounded
to give up
too lonely
to recognize
the mirror
I sit at Haft-Seen
wait for the long distance
to take me home
Every voice is
a shower of rain
off the screen
I fight with myths
too grounded
to give up
too lonely
to recognize
the mirror