CLAIRE SCOTT
NIGHT RIDE
let’s go for a ride
she carries me downstairs
avoiding the second-
to-last step
pulls on my pink snowsuit
and my wolf hat
with pom poms
we step outside
into swirling snow
she puts me in the back seat
of our beat-up Chrysler
clicks the seatbelt
and off we go
my mother silent
as we drive through
drifting flakes
past Costco and Safeway
all the way to Franklin
then she slowly turns back
reversing our journey
pulls into the driveway
headlights off
tiptoes inside, my sleepy head
against her wet face
tucks me back to bed
covers me with
my princess quilt
whispers don’t tell
only now years later
when black dogs of depression
show up at the door, panting
and drooling, insisting
there is no point to any of it—
not even my four year old
daughter with raucous hair
who gives the best hugs ever—
and I picture the ancient Hawthorne
on Madison street just past St. Paul’s
that I realize my mother took
me with her that snowy night
to be sure she would come back
Claire Scott is an award winning poet who has received multiple Pushcart Prize nominations. Her work has been accepted by the Atlanta Review, Bellevue Literary Review, New Ohio Review, Enizagam, Healing Muse, among others. Claire is the author of Waiting to be Called and the co-author of Unfolding in Light: A Sisters’ Journey in Photography and Poetry.