Fame

Pistachio shell

Afloat upon

The Bosphorus 

How far you have come

Since Gaziantep

Now you float 

On the hinge of the world

Like a boat

Until the next wave comes along

Tabula Non Rasa

Though all may have been

Written before

Take comfort and choose

From fragments of a la carte

Fallen to floor

The olive that rolled to the side

Crumbs fallen from table

You may decide

To eat or if able

To scrawl your name

High on the wall

In the hope that the mark remain