Night Game
by Gwendolyn Joyce Mintz
It is the middle of the
night.
I hear my daughter
up, scampering to find
me.
It is a hot night—
another hot New Mexico
summer—and
I am lying,
not in my bed,
but on the kitchen floor,
cool Mexican tile beneath
me.
Mom, she calls out.
And then, again: Mom.
She concedes this game of
hide and go seek
we have not agreed to
play.
But I hold onto a few
moments,
then softly say: Ollie,
Ollie oxen free.
I’m here, my voice guides
through the darkness.
I’m here.
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"Night Game" was first published in The Ink.
Gwendolyn Joyce Mintz is a writer and photographer.
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