April 30, 2020 12:42 pm
I race through the living room
hand cupping drips
rushing toward the sink,
but my right foot finds a puddle
and flings itself forward
I contort in a frenzied downward dance
still clutching that can,
twist an ankle,
stretch a thigh,
descend in slow motion
as husband stands agog,
an astonished witness.
Look! I skinned my knee!
We wonder together how that
particular injury came to be.
I limp to the sink, feeling four once more,
glad not to be picking gravel from the wound,
Look for leak-free watering options,
and try the task again.
Battered and bemused,
life goes on.
Posted by Shawn L. Bird
Categories: Poetry
Tags: accident, again, carry on, continuation, injury, moment, poem, poetry
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I was just getting ready to water my plants, coincidentally enough, and this has insured that I will be extra careful. Kitchens can be such dangerous places!
By Melody J Haislip on April 30, 2020 at 1:00 pm
Indeed! It was a quite dramatic, slow motion fall! I just lay there on the ground for a while, assessing whether any significant damage had occurred. The stretched out thigh muscle is the one that still aches today. I have to get up and walk every few minutes. No sitting all day at the computer today!
By Shawn L. Bird on April 30, 2020 at 2:17 pm
And we thought we’d be safer staying home 🙂
By Melody J Haislip on April 30, 2020 at 2:23 pm
Most injuries happen at home!
I’m proof! I broke my ankle across the street getting the mail, and got a brain injury fainting and whacking my head in my hall! Dangerous places!
By Shawn L. Bird on April 30, 2020 at 11:32 pm
Excellent!
By Tomic Riter on April 30, 2020 at 10:20 pm
Thank you.
By Shawn L. Bird on April 30, 2020 at 11:33 pm