the gulls swoop
catching pieces of simit
thrown from the ferry
by young couples
out on holiday
and I watch the water
separating my city
from two continents
here
somewhere inbetween
what was
what will be
and the boat
moving through this strait
lights up
a weary heart
transitions
different chapter, same book
Will be without internet from tomorrow till Monday. Moving from Istanbul to Aliağa on Friday. Different chapter, same book.