Poetry by Catherine Moscatt
There are always fire trucks
In the parking lot across from
After 8 pm
Lights on, ladders extended
But purpose unknown
Is this practice, is this for show?
It means closing time soon
I see the anxieties in my peripheral
Vision as I turn off computer terminals,
It means fear as a nightcap and it means
I can’t hide behind books any longer, no print to protect me
Tonight my dad brings me out
To see the moon
The fire trucks under the moon look
Just like one of those picture books I shelved
My dad puts his arm around me
I don’t feel so afraid anymore
About the Poet
Catherine Moscatt is a 22 year old writer, crafter and volleyball player. She enjoys loud music and bad horror movies. Previous publications include Poesis, Better than Starbucks and the Charles Carter Anthology.
Enjoyed this poem very much. The title was amazing and the picture perfectly reflected its anxiety.