The Edge of Ability

A poem

Sharpened with iron in cool water
The edge of ability
Splits the hair of
Banal judgements
And silly croissant talk

The pulling stretch induces
Gasping, difficulty, pinching
That’s what adds the fire
To keep the blade ready
For today’s legend

Birthed from pages
Written on glass screens
That make the fate
Of the big people
Real

Devotion to study
Esoteric stars
Makes us strange
To noisy strangers
And yet that’s the key

The moon’s anthem
Whispers philosophies
Which add questions
And eventually resolve
The dagger’s hilt

Is pearl-studded
And the iron gleams
A challenge
a plea
At the edge of ability.

~ May 2024
Istanbul Türkiye