Darkness Watchers Waiting

J. Hugh MacDonald
From:   Looking For Mother. Windsor, Ontario: Black Moss Press, 1995. Pp.38

Through the fifth floor window
of my mother's room
in the Sacred Heart Home
I watch dark, ominous crows
glide in and out
           of nowhere
hover just outside
           watching us.
A dying sun paints the harbour
city lights "pop" like time-lapse mushrooms
I remember worrying, six years old
wondering what lurked in the coal black corners
disturbed the dust bunnies under me.
When I could not bear the dread
I would call her and she would come.
I call her now dreading the dark shades in the dusky sky
she smiles
           looks
wonders who I am.

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