I place my notebook before me, and life expands exponentially! But I long for the forests: geometry of green Want the other side of light and dark; other side of the cool of morning. Sometimes I think of the stream, bathing in waters I thought were all mine, in childlike excitement, Opening my arms in those wingless days pretending to be a bird! Immeasurable heat of the sun mixed with plenteous thunder of rain. I stop and listen to the dripping tap, listen to seedlings as they pierce earth. Yes, I listen to the tedious onrush of time with tears for my memories! All that's denied to me calls to earth and in the name of longing. Laughing and crying I stretch a hand, for ever, to all colours, fragile as a stemless rose. Yes, hunger is a beast of all seasons But love is everywhere! Ilhan Sami Çomak Translated by Caroline Stockford February 2021 Written in response to John Casquarelli's poem 'When My Journey Becomes a Pirouette'