Letters jostle for position
attempt to regroup
Circuits are jumbled
out of order
Is there an exit
from this nightmare?
(Brain fog affects cognitive functioning. I first wrote this piece in 2015 and the condition continues today – one of the reasons I keep writing. I resubmit it here for Ragtag Community’s prompt: jumble. Image from personal collection.)
Did she know,
setting the empty bottles
on the stoop,
or later, reading the daily
while sipping first morning tea?
Did she have an inclining
as she dropped a letter in the post,
stopped to chat with an old friend,
then hurried home from the shops
to get out of the rain?
returning from Judo,
as she gave into sudden malaise
and lay down on the bed,
pausing before tending to dinner,
did she know this was the end?
(I wrote this thinking of my Grandmother on her last day, and of course, contemplating my own demise. I post it here in light of the anniversary of 9/11. Do any of us know? And does it matter? Death leaves so many unanswered questions in its wake.)