in the far-flung corner of a dream,
i see myself and
the way the sunlight swallows wayward tendrils
i look older than i’ve ever been,
but there is beauty in the way i hold my cup
from my unearthly vantage point, i watch the steam spiral
upward, like a great staircase
and i wonder where it would take me
if i followed.
***Hello, world! I have been drowning in grading, duties, and exams, but I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t celebrate World Poetry Day, so here is my contribution to the cause!***
It changes all the time.
For example, this morning I was living in your arms.
By afternoon, I had taken up residence in cobbled streets beneath the sunlight.
Only the universe knows where I will stake my claim tomorrow.
It’s strange how these two worlds,
in heart and in mind,
can each make the other feel like it was only a dream.
I moved to the mountain to get away from myself,
from all the voices that told me
I was nothing.
I built a tiny white house on the edge of a cliff,
and in the process, I became
Nothing to no one; I forgot my own name
But from afar, I could see
Violence, destruction, hatred, and pain
Joy, love, hope, and prosperity
I moved to the mountain to get away from myself, but in the process
I found myself; the one who sees, but feels
Daylight fades as I step inside
My chariot for the day
Belongings around me,
Whispers surround me,
Last call for passengers
We’re on our way
The city’s still breathing
Each voice wanting first to be heard
Patiently we wait
Shades open, eyes closed
Through the window
The sun and the road meet the trees
The sun and the trees meet my dreams
For my attention
The Muezzin’s song
Pulls me awake
As the sun makes its final bow
Citizens and travelers,
Devotees and nonbelievers,
Ride on, enduring
An accurate description of my trip to Şile this weekend in poem form to celebrate World Poetry Day! I can’t wait to nerd out with my students.
To keep the ball rolling:
One of my all time favorite poems being read on one of my all time favorite shows
Pay for your coffee with a poem today!