Danielle N. Calhoun

NIGHT SHADOWS…

My son wakes up at the crack of dawn
my head still hurting from the night before
when my dreams were invaded by a terrible thing:
feeling like I was falling, did I actually scream?

A shadow dances outside the window
it’s only the trees when the wind blows

The wind comes rushing
past my face
as I walk along this path
to a quiet place

Beside a creek
I hear a crow

I wish this nightmare
would leave me alone