WAIT FOR ME

Picture by Germain Droogenbroodt

WAIT FOR ME

Wait for me, Time, you’re galloping too fast.
Wait for me in the pages of this endless pain of biography,
in that shop of rare books, in the waters of the wild heart.
Wait for my arrival in my magisterial disguise.

Place those blindfolds back over your eyes,
re-open them in that void grander than life,
go re-read Rumi, that wise, far-seeing ant,
let him revolve your thoughts on a wheel of fortune,
let his beliefs get lost among your own.

Wait for me, so you can comprehend in my utter silence.
Since the days of childhood, there is in me
an eternal desire to have never had two

hearts.

SULTAN CATTO, Turkey/US

From: Bonding

New Feral Press (Oyster Bay, NY)
in collaboration with

Cross-Cultural Communications (Merrick, NY)

2018