Karadeniz Poem by Denys E. W. Jones

I was your husband, I was your brother,
I was your colleague, your pal.
Now you will sense that I am another,
I am no more the same man.

You thought you knew me, could see right through me,
Read me like large bold-typed print.
But what you expect is not what you get,
Now I am not who you think.

Have I grown taller, shrunk, become smaller?
Have I got tidier, richer or poorer?
Give it a rest, you’ll never guess,
No, it is none of these things.

The change is not audible, tangible, visible,
It’s nothing you hear, touch or see.
Yet I am no longer the person I was
Now that I’ve seen the Black Sea.