Nurduran Duman - WE HAVE OUR SKY

To Miro’s words – in shapes, colors

in a dream, into another dream
a door opens, closes: a star
deep cut angles stitched down lightly
by an invisible needle on the folds of sky

we have our own sky
ships made of eyes, wings of eyelashes
in meeting glances, we take flight
we’re practising forms of laughter
life’s other defiances

Translated by Aron Aji