Sky Drifted Over Me

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I’m looking at sky coming and going
A stream runs beside me, over its stones
Then suddenly stops as if flowing no more.

I saw water changing shape and form
I saw it in the shape of my hand
I saw it had no form
In its vast history.

So it is I said, rising to leave. Sky dissolving
A horse flicked its tail, a goat stretched out
Step by step on stones I passed the running stream
Then watched the water I‘d pelted with stones.

Sky drifted over me.

ilhan Berk
from Letters & Sounds, translated by George Messo

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