Perhaps the numbing fall is always painless
Like a good block or uppercut
That knocked you out.
Regarding the scar of a Christmas sunset,
She said there was no fear of time
But there was always curiosity
For the hours spent over coffee or sherry,
When the obituary became
A catalogue of world events,
She would address a grandson with the name
Of his dead uncle, using a timeless logic.
She walked with the poise of a polite drunk,
The captain of a reeling deck;
Swaying in the hall mirror, she once remarked
That every house should have a picture window.
Lately, surveying the perimeters
Of an upstairs bedroom,
She addressed a ten-watt bed lamp
And wept for Jesus like a toy drum.
Her timeless dress, her quick smile
Have become frozen in the blue light
Of a diamond, a mirror,
A window’s face framing the mad moon.
A curious love, curiosity kept her long,
Living on coffee and sherry.
But a cold scratched, filling one lung
Then another. When death came she blew bubbles.