Dogs 2013

ONE SLIP OF THE SAME
(12/26/13)


ice
in the trees

ice
on the
power lines

but the roadways
are clear

so I think
nothing
of stepping out
onto an elevated
cement
back porch
on my way
to work

my feet
are at eye
level
before I realize
what is going
on

by the time
that I do
all that's left
is to close
my eyes
and hope
for the best

I land
butt
on the welcome
mat

back
on the door
frame

head
on the kitchen
floor

shaken
but not injured
I carefully
regain my footing
and slide
down
the steps

just
that quickly
I could be
killed

or crippled
for life

at least
as sore
as hell
for the rest
of the day

but no
serious consequences
are suffered

apparently
all those years
of drunken falls
have trained
me well

I think
of great things
left undone
as I make
my way
gingerly
to the garage

I think
of simply
waiting
for greatness
as I have
done
thus far

I think
as I wait
for the car
to warm
of the mundane
madness
that never
waits

so inundated
by the inane
that we have
no time
to do those
things
that should
be done

I stop
thinking

shift
into first

and go