On the ground a familiar shadow is cast;
a scene I recall from a distant past.
Sunlight dances, tree branches sway-
out the window I gaze unto a previous day.
The shadow grows angry, and larger, and still
larger. I lean closer to the window sill.
It looms over a child; overbearing.
Spit erupts from its mouth as the shadow starts swearing.
Its dark fist pumps the air, then it raises its hand,
the little girl cowers; on her cheek it lands,
then again, and again, before the shadow storms away.
The girl remains frozen from her child’s play;
overcome with shame for her crime of the day.
Tears well in my eyes. I look away.
Photograph made available by Martino Pietropoli via Unsplash