the calls
of the gulls
as they fly
past the balcony
another type
of morning prayer
morning
5am in Maltepe, Istanbul
somewhere
in this city
of 16 million plus
a rooster
confused
I guess
by daylight savings
is crowing
in the dark
morning in Maltepe
the night ending
light filtering in
the windows
the sea
dimly visible
beyond
the call to prayer
listening
to the call
to prayer
the sky
still dark
the sun
slow in coming
this morning
another morning
another morning
another chance
to be the day
time
standing
in the open doorway
one more morning
outside
with time
weighing heavy
on one’s heart
waiting on a new day, in Maltete, Saturday morning, July 25, 2015
the book
finished
the glass
empty
the night
passing
into morning
here
waiting
a new day
another morning leading to tomorrow
dawn creeps in
pulling me
from dreams
of people long gone
a life abandoned
but not forgotten
the book lies closed
on the bed
the pen the pad
awaits
one more morning
here today
leading to
tomorrow
6am in Maltepe
coffee
a breeze
the sea
the day begins
here
in Maltepe
morning rain, Maltepe, June 8, 2015
cool rain
washes the streets
of the city
stroll
bareheaded
to market
let it wash
me
Leonard Durso 