by Claire Taylor
I’m not sleeping, mind a
jangle of horrific
fears, frightening desires
I dream of
running
away
arrive
in a garden, dappled
light, clover and
songbird, rest in
the shade of a
fig tree
the breeze against my cheek is
all the mothers I know
finally exhaling
Claire Taylor writes primarily about motherhood and mental health. Her work has appeared or is upcoming in Yellow Arrow Journal, The Loch Raven Review, Capsule Stories, American Writer’s Review, Canary Literary Journal, and more. She is the creator of Little Thoughts, a monthly newsletter of original stories and poetry for children. She lives in Baltimore, Maryland, and can be found online at clairemtaylor.com. On Instagram @todayweread. On Twitter @ClaireM_Taylor.
