"carrying things"

Carrying things
we've been entrusted with,
such as things of our own, or
someone else's - hopefully
we asked! "Can I carry this
for me?" An often thoughtless
task - a glass of coffee

a computer, a book to read
a plate of dainties,

some cigarettes
(why not use pockets? Please)
or anything on which to feed
one's body, mind and soul

- we don't think, really
"These things are

in here, I want them all

with me." Convenience,
ease and comfort, we
don't even think

one trip! Perfect

almost there
where I want to be
with all this.

Until something shifts,
and then we drop the ball,

and lurching after it
it all turns wild
one way, the other
- trying quite responsibly
to gather everything back
midair, we let it

fall. All fall, and
oops

why did I even need a ball?
Seems I didn't think

this through. Look
at all this.

Now what
do I do