Walking behind you
In that crowded street
Partially covered
From people’s eyes
By the volume of
This bulky roll
Of furniture foam
You carried
I thought
That 4 thousand years ago
Our previous incarnations
Two lovers
Were also walking
On the land of Anatolia
He was carrying a ceramic jug
With wheat
She was walking behind him
Knowing that her man
Is her guardian
Her earner
Her warrior
8 July 2020