An Observation Poem by Ayhan Diril

I watch the earth over the skies.
Down there is a large lake
where the frogs set up their best traps
to catch the innocent flies.

Iron ties clasp the soft clouds
with their giant hands.
When the beggars wait for a few coins
lying back on the moldy walls,
a soft feather of a pigeon
swirls in the air and falls down.

A frantic boy holding a rosary bead
keeps saying all the holly names.
As this observation goes on
our lives are recorded in details.
Best memories are carried away
by the strong flows of the river.

In that long night this poor woman
keeps waiting for a miracle
next to her dead cat
that used to keep purring
in those lonely nights.