My mother asleep on the chaise with the moving water adjacent.
We two, only residents at the pool, late spring afternoon,
long shadows from the high-rise swaddle the lounges. Dark towels
of treetops fold over brick tiles. Supple sun in the rails of the catwalk.
Slatted shadow cast on the grounds. Always the dark
and the light, dark and light. The pooled water keeps moving
because the wind is up and the palms are passing it between them
finger by finger, a rush of messages only a mystagogue might decipher.
The swish and wash of the breeze complements the clouds rumpling
toward comfort. The water goes where the wind says and the voices
of gulls follow. The water moves because the wind says
something moving, what a mother might say to her daughter
calming her worries before she must sing for a crowd. I remember
my mother praying always, now almost cheerfully waiting to die,
breath expectant each night. Like anyone, she'd prefer to pass
over in sleep. Proud mother who says out loud nonetheless,
she's aware of her mind's decay, under crimped skin, aware
of a silkworm lighting her limbs, something spoken in code
by trees and shadows. Small strokes like those that skirt across water.
One spark burnt here, one brain cell's invisible damage, memory's
chemicals draining away. What life did. The visible skull
behind her smile. What it does to us all. The truth of my mother
incarnate at ninety in the sundowning hour, my own head
deflowering like hers. In this moment we're two peonies weighted
with sun. How they sing in our living faces, afloat, dozing upright.
Deborah DeNicola’s 7th book is The Impossible from Kelsay Press. Original Human was published by Word Tech Communications in 2010. She edited the anthology Orpheus & Company; Contemporary Poems on Greek Mythology, from The University Press of New England. Previous poetry books include Where Divinity Begins from Alice James Books, three chapbooks and her memoir, The Future that Brought Her Here published by Nicholas-Hays/Ibis Press in 2009 Among other awards Deborah has received a National Endowment Fellowship in poetry. Her web site is: http://www.intuitivegateways.com
Poetry has the last word.