Hrant Talked To Me This Morning

Hrant Talked To Me This Morning              

Hrant talked to me this morning

When the wind blew

The wind

From Kinali

Brisk

Refreshing

Melodic

Gentle fugues

Ali , Ara sounds

Brothers joy….

Hrant talked to me this morning

Love not pink, red ,yellow, tall, short ,Muslim ,or Jew

Love  no jungle;

An odyssey

Bonding

Hearing  winds

Healing wounds

Volcanic, pent-up pain

Not Kurdish Turkish Greek Laz or Armenian

Ancient blood

Floods  of Van , Kars, Malatya   

Old , fresh sores 

And salt.

I talked to Hrant this morning

Is magic Ali chanting Hrant?

Love  red, pink, orange , Dora, Metin sipping coffee?

Sinan watching  Hovsep and azaleas bloom

On  shoulders of Bosporus?

I smiled this morning

When the wind blew

Smell of Istanbul

Sense of  you

Illusion?

Delusion?

Chimes of wind bells

Robust scent of “cay”

I heard yu whisper ,

Merhaba Hrant

Hrant Yu” kardes”

Don't part

Stay

Help

Till  jungle  calms .

Hrant talked to me this morning

The chimes of wind bells

Squirrels ran

I listened …..

“Love is life, love sand, pebbles, swimming in clouds

Love is heat, heart ,pain ,pink, red, gypsy and plenty of wind

And wind is human

Forgiveness divine

I’m the wind I’ll always