I am thinking of Grandmother
who confessed to me at age 65
I have never spent one night alone.
She was standing in my doorway
and the light was falling. I was
saying you really don’t need to go.
But she did and was. There are
imperceptible moments when your
soul slips quietly into another room
while your body lingers. Mine did
and was. You find out later. I have
and do spend many nights alone.
Grandmother is long gone. She
never told me what she discovered,
whether she was frightened or contented,
whether she was at one when she
walked alone through her doorway
amongst her many rooms.