Young men walk like ducks any more
(she thinks), sprawling from side to side,
feet splayed wide, taking space that should,
by rights, be mine; she hears herself,
shrill in her own mind’s ear.
A softer woman would see (she thinks)
in the automatic motion of his jaw
a baby, dreaming of his mother’s breast;
it is her own reflection, slapped against glass,
that catches her heart into a sneer.
About Rosalind C Hughes
Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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