by stephen hastings-king
They stand together in the doorway looking at the crib.
Acolyte and Hammerhead, Predator, Global Hawk and Reaper dance in currents of air.
One says: It is better to learn to take solace from them than it is to be always afraid.
The mobile casts shadows across the sleeping child's body.
The other says: They look like a cloud of wasps.
Together, they are looking.
Still, it's better this way, one says and shuts off the overhead light.