(inspired by and dedicated to @c_a_theriault. May you always heed the call...)
This is
the season of
the clementine
This most perfect
tangerine
is currently
making the scene
in Rabat
Yet here I am
in Istanbul
eating haydari
and plump grape leaves
at Ikea for lunch
they are the best
I've had
in ten months
even if it isn't
the mellow tang
of a grilled cheese
sweetened with tomato
that I used to eat
in Montreal
Canada
how like a dream
it seems now
here, in Turkey
I take pictures
I write stories
and pay the bills
teaching English
No fixed address
just a passport
and the insatiable
wanderlust of
my vagabond heart
I ask the wind
for my next destination
The only reply
is the man
in the minaret
who wants me to know
God is great
and heaven is surely
assured
Even so
I have my doubts
I'll take joy
where I can
by traveling
this perishable world
Dare I say I love it? I do dare! *I love it*
ReplyDeleteUnqualified to legitimately critique poetry,but will say that I like this. Places and things "ground" this one(for me)...not as ephemeral as emotions of love & pain (which are both profound & yet simple). I personally believe we are at our best when we are storytellers... again, forgive me.
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