My sister was quiet today.
Not her usual quietude of wordlessness,
Yet still showing off a riot of facial expressions,
Head nodding yes,
Small head shakes of no.
Today, her body was quiet.
She seemed less able to track my words,
Her eyes drifted downward,
I think my sister is becoming weary.
Alzheimer’s rides heavy on the shoulders
Of its people.
I think she’s displaying weariness…
Or maybe it’s just a hot summer Phoenix day,
So soon after
The rising tide of
A Super Moon.