“Fall” by George Staley

"Fall"

As soon as my wellness dr. enters the room,
I say,
“We need to discuss falls on the questionnaire.”
“OK,” she says, “especially any in the last year.”
I tell her I fell twice.
   Once inside the airport terminal when a guy
   cut me off and I went down.
    Also, on a snowy day, I slipped off the curb
     outside the swim center.
“Do these constitute falls?”
“No,” she says, “falls for no apparent reason
getting out of bed
coming around a corner
walking to the bathroom.”
I ask, “Does a fall 46 yrs. ago count?”
“Probably not,” she says.
I like her answer.
Would it matter
if she knew it was a fall from grace
on Monday, January 19, 1976?
Or did she, too, have such a fall yrs. ago?

Geo. Staley is retired from teaching at Portland Community College. He had also taught in New England, Appalachia, and on the Rosebud Sioux Indian Reservation. His poetry has appeared in Chest, Main Street Rag, Clackamas Literary Review, New Mexico Humanities Review, Fireweed, Trajectory, Evening Street Review, Slab, Blue Collar Review, and others.