Break

I am watching a glass

break

I am thinking how cliches are so often true

how time really does slow down after our

mistakes

I am watching a glass

bounce

Slow motion and unbroken on the counter like a miracle  

I sigh relief and then behold my reason to

renounce

I am watching a glass

explode

and counting what is left of my matching set

wishing I had been more careful, 

more contolled

I am writing ‘sharps’ on 

a box

I am cleaning up and moving on

and doing my best to make sure this is where the damage  

stops