right hand pointing

 

     
  Walking Down Stairs

Caitlin James

 



With a good knee
that creaks
loud as a barn door
in an owl's ear

["Decrepitude,"
he pronounced,
a casual sentence
of mortality.]

and a bad knee
too stiff with hardware
to bend
in noisy complaint

["Physical therapy,"
he'd instructed,
in one young ear
and out the other.]

she finds,
all things considered,
she'd rather be headed
UP the stairs.
 

 

 

  

Caitlin James resides in Texas, writes sporadically, and pursues publication infrequently. Her previous credits include work in The Story Garden  as both a contributor (Issue 1) and co-editor (Issues 2 & 3). She hopes to have her poetic license upgraded from a learner's permit eventually, provided she can pass the vision test.