It’s All Right
A cry rises from the bedroom at the top of the stairs,
then a thud.
The house seems to shudder, then become
settled again, the way a ship, when it hits a rock
Underwater, or a long-forgotten sunken treasure,
from a previous shipwreck, will wobble
a moment, before regaining its balance
and moving on. It may be damaged, but not
Fatally, it’s hoped. More than likely it’s nothing
to worry about,
and there’s no need to tell anybody, no need
to broadcast the news, which would only cause
unnecessary panic, adding to the loss of life,
When the ship finally does sink, as it must,
Think of all the passengers, in the ship’s hold,
asleep, unaware of the unfolding catastrophe.
Why wake them with cries for help,
When there’s nothing they can do,
in the end,
but watch as fate works its way out?
A trip to emergency might be in order,
and then again it might not be.
Once the house shakes and shudders, even though
it steadies again,
it will never be the same. Something has happened
and the beams and the walls will not forget.
She may die in her sleep, or while meditating,
Or while taking a shower, or coming down the stairs.
She may faint
or have a stroke, she may die tomorrow,
but it’s all right, she says, she’s ready.