Night Shift, by Mahmut Aksoy
Posted on November 13, 2019
Translated by Neeli Cherkovski
Not just my thoughts
All assets and souls
At night, however,
he hears himself,
he discovers new thoughts.
Wide and deep trenches where many
sleep
A slice of my soul just happens to be
everywhere
A slice of love and a slice of memories
A slice of tart loneliness
Stops running around my blue reverie
Night is a game of hide and seek
Malabadi Bridge players are inside
My thoughts and my soul;
They stop after gossip precipitates
a late coffee
I blow the smoke off a balcony.
*Miletus: International Literature Magazine*
Fall 2019