Migrant Tales Literary: Cold Turkey Night

by , under Leo Honka

Leo Honka*

Outside, near winter’s home I stand

Leaning against the night

All alone

Listening to hallucinations

Popping from silence and stance.

It’s a cold night of thick gloves and clothes


Photo: Enrique Tessieri

A night no one should stand outside too long

For sidewalks and streets

Solemn and silent

Are asleep and lead nowhere.

Only a winter’s night here in the Far North

Where planets revolve and rain is cold

Where the snow wants to tuck you into bed

To be only found in spring

By singing birds atop of budding trees.

*The poem was originally published in California-based Amelia in 1986.