on almost being home: Saturday

a breeze through the leafless branches
cooling my tea
as I watch the ships drift by
on the sea below
later I climb down
and stroll the promenade
sit on a solitary bench
to watch water lap the shore
some kids try their luck
shooting at balloons
cats prowl the rocks
searching for bits of food
a lazy afternoon
on my home turf
there’s fettuccine with salmon
for dinner at Rea
my two glasses of red wine
and the cappuccino Saffet brings
with cheesecake for dessert
later I stop to chat
with Mürsel over tea
buy some fruit from Ali’s cart
have a Benedictine and brandy
while the cat curls up on my arm
I will miss these days
one day
when I am gone
but for now
I lose myself
in the moments
of almost being at home