in the spring
when the world’s stone kingdom was in place
a bit of light, a bit of water
a bean
trying to pierce the cotton
isn’t life to be a movement started by humans
in the spring at the same moment
hibiscus penetrated the stones
on the urban pavements
doggedly against humans
isn’t life to be a movement where the essence materializes
in the spring exactly at that moment
new stone walls were being erected
wailing tree roots, ants
in the maps where poppies were forgotten
as the essence was being destroyed
isn’t life to be a movement of the essence to take shape
in the spring exactly at that moment
dozens of lizards
toiling to train their babies in boring the walls
the army of centipedes were in an orderly formation
walking towards the bottoms of the punctured walls
isn’t life to be a bustling movement for staying alive
in the spring in all moments
a small girl on the ground
holding bean offshoots in her hands
was singing a hopeful morning song for the stars
started by humans
isn’t life to be a thrust stepping up all the time
English Translation by Mesut Şenol