The Saturday Visit

We all know it's
a special occasion
and her face includes
some of the old attention,
the smile she practiced
for the last several years,
appreciation of the imported delicacy
brought in just for her
but from a foreign place.

Then there is all that
moisture on her face
which shows in the light,
sweat and tears, along with
the tightened jaw. Something
grips her, hands and feet
wrestle to surrender.

Once again what starts to slide
through familiar channels in my brain
then slides awkwardly
aside and crashes,
outside words.