in my dream

there’s shrimp scampi
an open bottle
of Pinot Grigio
two plates glasses
two chairs at the table
and you
whoever you are
sitting opposite
there in my dream
in my dream

yet again

once
many many years ago
I sat on the beach
in Santa Monica
long after midnight
waiting to see the sunrise
I had a bottle of scotch
or maybe bourbon
as company
and watched the horizon
sometime
in the early hours
as it became light
all around me
and there was no sun
in the sky
I realized the sun
rose in the east
and set in the west
it was the wrong coast
for what I was expecting
a lesson there
I learned
either change your expectations
or your coast
a lesson here
I am learning
all over
yet again

 

through the trees

the breeze feels cool
on my face chest
a bird calls somewhere
beyond the yard
and a statue of Ataturk
can be seen
through the trees
a schoolyard empty now
still an hour before
the call to prayer
but my soul
finds peace
in the space
between the leaves
in the air
not quite dawn
not quite night