Be Born

I dreamt of the newborn leaves
in an impeccable race with
the birds on strike and
the broken ladder
on cold concrete;
with the dusty air
filled with
nostalgia.

Counting down
in fast forward;
three,
skipping the two,
and
one
...

I deify the moment
in slow motion,
cherish the Spring,
and honour our beloved
Norouz.

S