The comfort of the sea
The feel of the breeze
The line in the water
The beer at my feet
The fish have been jumping
But I have not got a bite
Still I'm in comfort
Everything is alright
Start in the morning
Fishing into the night
Watch the sun set
What a beautiful sight
It's now time to go
As I reel in the line
I feel a pull
It's a fish, just in time
It's bending the pole
So I begin the battle
I reel and I reel
I feel all the tension
I've almost got it
It's hard to believe
Oh wait
It's just some seaweeds
Inshallah
Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp 5 days ago in Wander
Comments (1)
Really, seaweeds. Catch some fish. Your poems are unique. I actually read all the words of your writing. I skip a lot when they are too long. Kind of proof reading in fast motion.