Emily Romano

Saddle River Song

Summertime . . . I awaken to velvety darkness in a strange bed. In the night I’ve kicked back the sheet. Its white folds are faintly visible. I’m wide awake and feel miniscule in the vastnesses of the Saddle River countryside. I seem to be waiting for something . . .

flooding the night
a whippoorwill’s song
fills all hollows