sometimes
home
is not where
you go
but
where
you stay
home
in Maltepe, May 24, 2015
the sun
the sea
outside
the windows
a new day
here
in Maltepe
at home, more or less
my cat looks up
as he hears a cat crying in the night
he looks at me with wide eyes
and no, I say
this is not New York
and you do not hear another you
we are aliens here, I say
this is Istanbul
and Turkish cats are crying
for food, for shelter
but you are safe
there is food in your bowl
water, treats
no hunger here for a stray New Yorker
and life goes on
in relative peace
climb back on the bed
and sleep, little friend
sleep
you are more or less
at home