It's you

You are so young.
The most beautiful thing in the world.
The earth. Wet, soft, like grass.
A slope that takes my breath between the trees.
You come joyfully down to the sea,
you the low voice on the telephone,
the news that just comes to me.
You are the white and waiting page.
My world.
My struggle.
My peace.
 

Sensin by Egemen Berköz

Translated April 6, 2020