Istanbul Tourist

Sunlight laced through mottled trees Flickers bright on the grass beneath The ancient city recedes beyond the edges Of the tangled noise of busy streets We sit, you and I, like time wasn’t finite Aching legs and swollen feet Sun stroked shoulders Blooming pink and hot Find rest under dappled shade Far away from what we know Walking through centuries Of wealth and faith stone etched We rest under this different sky As a nearby mosque sings a call to prayer