I took a tumble in the street
my head spun 180 degrees
I had a close encounter with asphalt
one moment up, the next down
legs in the air and head on the ground
I was launched into space like a spaceship real quick
the cars were closing in, the phone lay on the tarmac
I had to think fast like a soldier
straighten up as swift as I could
up in one rapid movement
to avoid accidental consequences
of unpleasant encounters
pain in left knee and left palm
I had to do some shopping somehow
do not cry, get on with it
as no one will do it for me
there was a bruise when I got home
purple swollen circle to remember it
unfortunate stumble upon
crooked curb
credentials unknown
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Comments (2)
That first time we tumble as an adult, forgetting the lessons we'd learned in childhood of tuck & roll, is truly both embarrassing & painful. It happened to me in my junior year of college just two weeks before my junior cello recital. Just figuring out how to play without making that wrist send me through the ceiling was quite the challenge. You captured the sense of this extremely well.
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