After the Shootings, A Congregation
No solace found in the sermon
we turned to look at one another.
Across the aisle a bald baby
on the shoulder of his mother
spotted another in the pew behind.
They tremored toward each other,
chubby arms extended,
until each mom
They increased their pitch,
I stood a silent witness
to a place from which
Nancy Austin relishes time to write in Minocqua, WI., and has been published in various journals including Adanna, Midwestern Gothic, Sheepshead Review, and Verse Wisconsin. She has a poetry collection titled Remnants of Warmth (Aldrich Press, 2016).