Monday rituals: for K

breakfast comes in
at a little past eight
a morning ritual
here
served with a smile
the toast warm
the tomatoes sweet
a dozen or so olives
cucumber cheese
a cup of tea
a bottle of cold water
coffee to follow
this is how morning
begins
in my office
while I gaze
at the fountains
outside
Ataturk looks down
from my wall
while scrolls
of bamboo a wild horse
remind me of home
lunch will come later
after a session
at noon
I will chat
with Ali
have two more sessions
dinner with Mustafa
then home
my week has started
with rituals
only distracted
my mind adrift
thinking of a woman
and her rituals
so far apart
but melted together
in my heart

 

 

 

turning corners

why you ask
and how do I say
what is new
is familiar
a memory
being created
anew
not deja vu
because I haven’t been
here before
but could have been
would have been
should have been
but turned a different corner
somewhere
long ago
and now
have stumbled upon
this road
quite by accident
and found you
patiently waiting
to ask why
I took so long

fresh figs: for Ali

we scamper
among the trees
Ali and me
two kids
in a farmer’s field
plucking figs
from trees
and giggling
as we split them open
to taste
their sweetness
guilty pleasure
a break from work
washing our hands
in the sprinklers
before climbing back
in a waiting car
to return
to the business
at hand

on gardens: for Kristina

a garden
she says
for flowers plants
tomatoes perhaps
like the Italians had
when growing up
though she is not Italian
not that that matters
gardens know no nationality
flowers plants
tomatoes even
understand caring hands
like hers
there in the center
of war
a dream
of a garden
flowers plants
tomatoes possibly
and love
when it comes
will grow there
too

ankles and knees

it’s the ankles
really
slender shapely
connecting those lovely feet
to those long legs
not to mention
the knees
friends say
I’m a leg man
who am I
to deny
what history has
proved to be true
in your case
naturally
a reaffirmation
of my predilection
for ankles
and knees
and all they connect
to what you stand upon
smiling at me

ankles and knees

it’s the ankles
really
slender shapely
connecting those lovely feet
to those long legs
not to mention
the knees
friends say
I’m a leg man
who am I
to deny
what history has
proved to be true
in your case
naturally
a reaffirmation
of my predilection
for ankles
and knees
and all they connect
to what you stand upon
smiling at me