Canim

A turtle dove just landed in my Turkish bahçe
Cooing as its wings flutter
The loquat tree is heavy as summer draws its curtains
Clouds assemble on the mountain
There is a pain in my heart
A concoction of fear and sadness
The asma tree weeps
But gunesh still shines
So, inshallah
perhaps the world is well
and I will see you again

Soon