The Banister Laid Its Weight Down

The banister remains joined at both posts, but the rail and spindles have laid themselves across the landing with the sag of heavy cloth. Its varnish still catches the window light; its joints remain legible. Nothing has broken. The plum door, worn shoes, and floorboards keep their ordinary weight while passage is quietly gathered into folds. The room asks what happens when support becomes tired without ceasing to be itself.