Watering Roots
Wake up with the first rays of sunlight
The cold keeps you in bed,
still
Firewood to brew linden
Set out then -
No sound but the wind
the mountains
the waters
Upright people long gone
Everyone has a thing to do
lumbering
cheese-making
sheep herding
plowing the field
I walk down to the stream
yesterday's rain flowing in a hurry
Bubbling
Gurgling
Echoing
Every hill around the village joins here
a joyful occurrence
the place grandpa and others used to garden
they stopped as I heard
because of wild boars
and bears.
Father says it's no good -
No water to water the garden and
I told him watering
makes lazy roots.
15.03.2024 Cicekpinar, Kastamonu, Türkiye