The Journey
by Rüştü Onur

Oh God I have neither a house nor a garden
Nor a boat in the ocean
My head is in the pineapple-smelling clouds
My feet are in the pineapple-smelling water
I know the clouds won't yield my expectations.
I know the ship I came in on
Won't leave with me.
After all, there
I will hear the song of unborn stars. 

Source: Poetry, November 2024