By Baris Benan
As the trees were sighing from the weak wind
We locked ourselves in our rooms or houses
Dragged along
still dragging
already dragged
At the same time, worrying over the rent
A hummingbird visited my window
Gently tapping its beak
against the thin glass
“Why” I ask the creature
gazing inside
“Why fly here, of all places?”
“When one could fly far away, boundlessly
To see many views
smell different scents
Being able to go anywhere you please
And leaving when you wish,
as you are free
Because you are one without worry
Aware of your time
like a comet
streaking”
But then the hummingbird flew away
So I was left
to answer that question.
