CONGRUITY

CONGRUITY

My neck always hurts in October. All

my life. This year, also my right knee and

my left thumb. Do I mumble now or is

his hearing worse and worse? Things to expect

at my age. Some things I don’t mind so much

and the world being what it is, I don’t

expect to feel happiness too often.

This year, not a single black-and-yellow

garden spider, and I saw only two

mosquitoes all summer long. I look for

congruities all the time and wonder

if this is another. I remember 

with some amusement reading all those things

about becoming a crone. Written by

women who weren’t, whose knees didn’t hurt. Who

had spiders in their gardens and lovers

who listened, enthralled, to their every word.