Woman in the Dark and Light

Suzanne Morris

August 20, 2023

–after Edward Hopper’s 1927 painting, “Automat”

Mama was an Edward Hopper painting.

I know the artist was thinking of her

in that time of long ago

when women were

new in the workforce

and starting to go out alone

at night, too,

the woman all to herself

in the automat

late at night, having a cup of coffee,

wearing hat, coat and gloves, and

a closed look

that would ward off any threat

of intrusion

the bright discs of overhead lights

reflecting off the big plate glass window

looking out on the deserted street

behind her.

I know he followed Mama

into the dark night

when she snuck through her bedroom window

wearing red high heels and a string of pearls

headed for the bright lights of

the nearest East Texas town,

followed her still, when she was a

single working woman

clerking at the W. T. Grant store

in Houston,

saving from her weekly check

to pay on the

newest fashions she’d

put in layaway

dreams enfolded in clouds of

tissue paper;

followed her even to where she

eventually wound up,

a wife and mother of two

loading the wash at the laundromat

nearby on Telephone Road

late at night when

no one else was there,

machines coin-operated like food slots

in the automat where

you had to bring your nickels

to open the little doors

coins jangling in Mama’s pockets

under the bright lights above,

the round glass dryer doors

an audience of eyes

looking out at her

Hopper etching the man in Night Shadows

walking alone

up the middle of the dark

deserted street 

past those big plate glass windows

like the peeping Toms

we always knew were lurking

somewhere out there.

Suzanne Morris is a novelist and poet.  She has contributed to several poetry anthologies, including Lone Star Poetry (Kallisto Gaia Press, 2022).  Her poems have appeared as well in The Texas Poetry Assignment, The New Verse News, Stone Poetry Quarterly, The Pine Cone Review, and Emblazoned Soul Review.  A native Texan, Ms. Morris resides in Cherokee County.

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