the swimming pool

The Swimming Poo

The illness of the mind had wasted his is body, no longer
the man who had been her husband for forty years, lately
he had gone violent struck her a few times and crying in
fits of impotent rages.

She couldn’t cope anymore had contacted the nursing
home they were sending a car to fetch him later in the day.
She looked out, he was unsteady on his feet, like a drunk,
and near the swimming pool.

As he fell into it she looked away from the window, turned
the TV sound up high, she was hard of hearing, watched
a gardening program.

She found him floating face dawn about the same time as
the people from the nursing home came. Best that way,
they said, his suffering was over, but now, she wasn’t sure
whether he had fallen into the pool, or thrown himself into
it in a moment of clarity