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The Great Escape

Perched on a rooftop terrace in glorious sunshine he watches ahead
Floats on his sky looks inwards and ponders the magic path unravel
                                 
			~ A Journeyman Resting ~

Bosphorus water and coffee in hand olives goat cheese dolmades 
Stray cats balancing on balustrades begging mellow eyed not knowing
                                 
			~ What Tomorrow Brings ~

Ferries painting whites on blue surface cargo ships contently containing
Jonathan Seagull flying higher than most towards freedom unless that is
                                 
			~ Another Of Bach’s Illusions ~

Yet a concerto of weaving sound -huoh-huoh-huohs rejoicing gullibly 
Contesting complementing a symphony of conversation with the muezzins
                                  
			~ Calling For Prayer -

Mosques abound as far as the naked eye can see and further afield a
Solemn reminder that contemplation and guidance needs be on the voyage
                                  
			~ Searching For Meaning -

The seeker’s view falls on a medley of gables and tin sheets corrugating time
In place and motioned by gentle breeze as the City seethes and breathes
                                  
			~ With Purpose And Fate ~

Resting precariously on a small turret next door risen from labour and toil
Tilted and yet in orderly fashion a few ladders copper pipes a broken basin
                                  
			~ Awaiting Future Use ~

You never know when porcelain fragmented sinkholes might come in handy
Yet the metal implements could spear impale and kill when storms quaked
                                  
			~ Newton Was Grave ~

Twenty meters below sprouts a small courtyard with gracious flowers in emptied
Olive oil tins adjacent to a flaked bench adorned with white haired companions
                                  
			~ Talking In Silence ~

They seem passionate and composed after a long life together resigned to the
Circle of creation but surely not dispensable if metal was to descend or ceramics
                                   
			~ Entered Mind Space ~

Istanbul is known for fires and earthquakes and the serene atrium is not blessed
With an escape hatch in case the crooked door got stuck through thunderous 
                                   
			~ Nature’s Signs From Above ~

The traveller on the terrace hopes for long lasting union with his own soulmate
And lover takes heed of vantage points and perspectives as the serendipitous 
                                   
			~ Ladder Might Bring Salvation ~

Written in Istanbul on 30th April 2018
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