Late Fermata
On what would turn out to be Katie’s last good day
she asked to be wheeled outside & helped
into the Lazyboy her brother dragged out back
no one even bothering to remove the tag
from Costco that flapped, wild as a trapped bird
before the wind surrendered
to a thin cardigan of mid-December sun
as all afternoon we watched
her sleeping while the sky hemorrhaged
quietly down & the small hills of dogshit
arranged along the graying cedar fence
did not blaze into anything
like golden stones, but her hair had grown
back a half inch or so & so glowed
in the last of that tinny glare
& if I thought briefly then of medieval manuscripts
where everyone important grows a halo
it wasn't quite like that either
although the bones of her face did appear
as if at low tide to surface
smooth as driftwood where the injured
bird might light in the moonlight, holding on
for some measures longer than expected.
Copyright © 2022 by Jenny Browne. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 11, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.
“This poem is an elegy for my friend, the visual artist Katie Pell, whom I miss fiercely. Like many poems, it also holds echoes of others I turn to when the shadows get long, namely Rilke’s ‘Archaic Torso of Apollo’ and James Wright’s ‘Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota.’ That said, I found myself writing toward a quieter kind of epiphany here, one that spoke to the feeling of not quite knowing where the light was coming from, but that it was there, and is still.”
—Jenny Browne
Jenny Browne
Jenny Browne is the author of Fellow Travelers: New and Selected Poems (TCU Press, 2019), among other collections. The recipient of awards and fellowships from the Poetry Society of America, the National Endowment for the Arts, the Fulbright Program, and the Seamus Heaney Centre, she is a professor of English at Trinity University. She lives in San Antonio, Texas.