Children are playing next to the ocean coast
and sand castles are built with
their digging
hands symphonized with their
joyous laughter.
Near the beach, sea rocks are
thirsty to move
from sitting next to the New
England attic rooms.
The air is cooling down and the
little kids
are now nesting on the rocks,
trying to get away
from the cool summer breeze,
chilled afternoon winds
and the dancing waves.
My little girl is one of the
children, and with dreamy eyes
she is pretending to be waving
at the Beluga Whales,
the wave makers of the sea ...
from coast to coast.
The beach and the people are
getting ready for
today’s close-up and I
hear my voice: "Dokhtaram, Bia!"
we have to say goodbye to the
sea and the whales.
Her little body fully clothed
floats across
the air, arms in the hands of
her father
and after two more rotations,
is satisfied to close
her wings for the evening ride.
She slips the shelves and shadows
of
her new found friends within
the
walls of her night's dream before
another summer-morning lights
the start of the day
for her to watch the length
of her footsteps
on the sands next to the white
waters and dancing waves.
( Dokhtaram, Bia:
in Persian it means “come my girl”
)
Sheema Kalbasi
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