The slip of the hand, such a careless mistake
with it comes the growing anxiety
the beginning of a new journey
an unknown fate
After losing grip on my fingertips
to only escape into air
in this accident the fate of it lies
on the ability of my hands and the will of the air
it swerves and spins, glides and falls
as my hands sweep by
like a clumsy child attempting
to catch a twirling feather
my heart leaps and bounds
with every sway and spin
only to reach out at the last moment
and grab at something not there to begin with
for it has landed
in a place it belongs
leaving me in despair
about the scrap of paper that kissed the ground
and the life that couldn't be spared......
This poem is about mistakes. When i was opening some mail and the paper shredded, it fell to the floor swaying back and forth, and my hands flew by trying to catch the pieces. I missed all but One.And I thought then as it touched the floor that these pieces are like lives. They flow through the air of mistakes and somehow one always loses, one always pays the ultimate price for a simple mistake. Sometimes not every one can be saved.
