double whammy

what a treat: a small poem i wrote about falling down the stairs


Falling Over

I didn't find the step I wanted,
Gravity ceased to keep my world tethered,
All around me, splintering china,
The shards fluttering upwards from impact like petals

Drowning silently in the air,
I saw my toes; they were pink tongues licking blindly,
I became a satellite, gliding through black space,
Arms searching for a hold, fingers clumsily snapping closed over and over

Seconds later, I was a ship finding land,
Everything made painful bloody sense,
In the conclusion where I found myself
Scratched and scalded by hot tea on the stairs