Shearwaters

Shearwaters
Follow you in the Bosphorus,
A long, narrow convoy in close ranks,
Skimming on the surface of the water,
Black, invisible, silver.
Not seen to die, deviate, alight or feed,
In storm and calm, the same speed,
Don’t expect to match it.
Chasing away winds*,
In opposite directions, two flocks sometimes.
Looking for Prophet Solomon’s lost ring,
The hundredth attribute of God **engraved inside?
Curiosity, belief or thought, leave them aside,
You are with shearwaters,
Feel it.

 

*The meaning of the Turkish word (yelkovan) for shearwaters.
** Clare Sheridan, A Turkish Kaleidoscope, London, 1926.

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