Blundering

April 27, 2007 2:43am

I've spent most of my life staggering from one point to the next,
often seeming agile for My ability to land on My feet
but the truth of it is, if I had stopped to tie my shoelaces,
there might well have  been less stumbling to recover from.

I've twisted, turned and slid sideways,
all - attempts to avoid the bruises
Often 'paying attention' only just before impact
Occasionally dealing only a glancing blow rather than that last large one
Smiling at My clever abilities to remain in tact

I am a man of moments,
strung together with glittering objects strained to grasp
tiptoes hovering on that precipice, arms akimbo
the maddening clown, sure to fall any moment
somehow brought back from that final tipping point
at one of those last possible, precious moments

I blundered into and out of much of my life,
one day, I blundered into you...
Fully expecting the bruises and scrapes that oft' accompany my travails
only to find your arms there to steady and sooth Me
over and over. Until... I realize
your careful steps.

And so, slowly I turn and mimic your stance
hands and eyes locked to yours
finding that I am suddenly... without facepaint
and floating just an inch above ground as we move together
finally at peace.

you stabilize Me.