2/22 Daily Poem

All is manageable,
Until I trip,
My glasses flew off my face
Clattering to the ground.

Lucky:
Landed on my palms
And one hip.
Scraped,
Sore,
But ok.

The fall
An end to an expensive week
2 broken cars,
And yet more hard job news today.

A lapse in attention,
An uneven sidewalk,
But intact glasses.

Tonight,
I am sore,
But so grateful!