Some Useless Thing, an Old Woman

I didn’t know what it was at first. 
Caught like that … out of the corner of one eye
and just beyond hearing
a song - what was that?  it sounded like…um
something I knew, and something
else, too. 

I was in a rush. To do 
some useless thing an old woman 
might do. And then I wasn’t. 

I stopped. Just like that. 
In the middle of the room. Leaning toward that thing
I could barely sense, squinting through thick lenses

What it was:
 a fog lifting? 

What it was: 
a planet tilting?  

What it was:  slow, marvellous.

© Lesley Strutt