Left in the Dark
By D. Jeanne Wilson

All the light in the room
followed you out the door.
Air rushed past, voices hid,
music drained from walls
to flow after your footsteps.
I whistle in the dark,
but courage is a bat
squeaking indecipherable sonar,
tangling feet in my hair,
flapping webbed wings
against cold skin.
How will I find my way
through the dark
of this silent, empty cave?