Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

Shadows in the Street Written on October 16, 2025

The sound of tankers rolling down the street wakes me up from my sleep; I wasn't sure what was going on so I watched the proceedings from my windowpane to get a good look of what was transpiring across the lane. The night was dead silent and cast blackness in the street, nothing was visible except the lights from the truck and the blurry vision from above, but the tankers keep rolling down the street. The cats and dogs were sound asleep, but the tankers kept barreling down the street. I had no clue what was going on, but I kept staring at the window until the break of dawn. It was a secret mission that moves in the street looking for something to eat; conscience stoops on the ground while the tankers linger aimlessly around. No one knows why there were there and so the people began to fear. They stayed indoors while the smell of death roams through the town.  It was the longest night that I have ever seen, they were casting pebbles in the floating stream and so they steer the ship around and move them closer to the town and position them where destiny is bound. There is something that you cannot see that is moving beneath the depth of the sea and it has a profound message for thee. As the night pushes on it bears the punishment under the earths weight, I could feel something approaching my gate and a shadow moving in the dark waving its hand in a unique fashion. It wasn’t a symbol of hate; it was positioned to guard the gate. It   kept   hiding in the bushes and comes out occasionally to remind the town that someone was around; I never behold the face but just the shadow moving at the gate. I could feel the wind blowing and trash moving with the sand, but I still could not understand the goal of the silent movements. It was preparation for judgement day when the valley would wash away; the street will come alive and hope will cling to your side. Some people will have to go so that you can grow, and destiny can conquer the miraculous fleet as hope dangle at your feet. Not one shot was fired but the night was on fire, the movements were discrete and the secret was deep. We took them out one by one until we were down to the last man, they hid in unusual places that are contrary to the human races and when we got the master mind, we knew that the mission was divine. The movement was dark and penetrating but we got him by the ankle. He could not move and so they bind his hand and feet and move him swiftly out to sea then transfer him from there to something moving in the air. Shadows moving in the street like ghost rumbling in the bushes without hands and feet and lack the courage to speak. The mission was done and so heaven rise with the sun, and the day finally breaks and lifts the souls in the sky where the secret mission lies.

                                                                       Written on October 16, 2025

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