lucky coincidences

I broke three,
almost four glasses today.
Caught one off my foot, kicked
back in the air and snatched by hand,
to replace with care. That's glass

number four.

The first three fell
in several ways, separated
by hours, knocked jarred and slid,
each tumbling out of phase
in sudden turn. Almost caught

at least one, one I thought I did

- I hate the way time slows down,
so you think you have all day to save
the day - over a moment you slowly learn:
you were slowed down, too. You begin
to react with all the time in the world, but
urgently, since you barely can move - like
a dream come true, you're suspended stuck:
the sole witness of doom
as your luck breaks hard on linoleum,
and begins its stage

of flying apart, all over
the room.

The kitchen, in fact
(but of course it was, right?) And
nothing much left
but to fish out the broom,
and sweep all night

then mop up the microscopic shards,
and plan to step gingerly for a bit.
Which you never quite did, since right

JUST THEN

AAUUUUGH!! There went yet another one!
AARRRGGH!! CRASH AGAIN! "too slow"
by half. After the second,
you had to laugh. After the third,
you don't sweep too hard.

And you still step gingerlessly, off-guard.

But your lucky pink feet so far: glass-free.
I know! Pretty hard to explain your luck!
The best explanation is: glass number four
bestowed a special blessing on feet like yours
when you kicked it back deftly

up

and away


from the floor.