Let Me Go Out! 
by
Majid Naficy

Let me go out!
Today is Sunday
The only day of the week
I take time out,
As a prisoner does,
And slam the door firmly.

The air is smogless,
The cars do not scratch souls
And the larks are in an endless
Conversation with me.

I stop by a flower
Whose name I don’t know.
I bend and kiss it.
My hands become fragrant.

What a gift is living:
Moving one’s feet,
Shaking one’s arms,
Turning one’s head,
Seeing, hearing, smelling,
Tasting, touching.

From behind my mask
I say “good morning” to a woman
Who is watering her flowers
And wish that with her hose
She would wet me head to toe.

        May 3, 2020