Wednesday, November 29, 2006

To catch water from a falling glass that has
tipped over the table top from a
careless little tug (one of many, it's been edging) at the tablecloth
and watch as it somersaults in the air
giving up its contents in a hapless fashion

watching as the hand reaches to grab it
but it falls, it falls, it slips and it falls

and all that's left is a wetness on the hand
(the drops clinging on but dripping still)
and the broken shards of glass

Don't cry over split milk
much less water.

- el

-- tee @ 12:32 pm |