Somewhere between the first move and
the last, my mother orders a chandelier online
but doesn’t know how to install it.
It’s sometime late November: early dark,
the day going out, barbeque in the oven
starting to fill the house with an odor my brothers
wrestling in the basement will soon smell,
bringing them pounding up the stairs.
On a ladder in the foyer, she’s replacing just the crystals
from the old wrought-iron chandelier. . . .