Step Şiiri - Aykut Kul

standing all alone at the edge of a cliff,
reaching into your left pocket of your old trousers,
which went the whole damn way with you and
could tell the one or another story,
but never will do so,
not only because trousers cannot talk,
no,
just because there’s no sense anymore,
when you put out your cigarettes from your left pocket and
try to lit one
-unsuccessfully, as the wind does not allow-
but finally, manage to do so and
smoke.

standing there,
at the edge of a cliff,
smoking fast,
thinking even faster,
seeing the dark clouds
moving slowly towards you and
even slower preparing yourself
to make the step.

and finally,
with the very first raindrop,
making your step
- back.

(hamburg/de, january’03)