May this distance lead you to yourself,
I cross the tram rails to reach the beach,
Wary of paper airplanes on my way,
When you look up, how far
back in time
do you see?
Peace comes while watching the waves,
I just want to keep feeling.
Distance, itself, can’t be seen,
Distance is depth,
A bizzare mix of risk and longing.
The scars of landslides,
On the arm of a dune I halt,
In a white towel a birch tree is snoring,
The sound of flipflops,
How far can you smell
my pure black Turkish coffee?
Distance is straightness of thought,
A birthmark on someone’s scapula,
A ring on my hand,
A ring of a church bell,
Distance imprints on your worn tires.