It Slipped

My foot is in the shoe
I am moving it
It catches on the edge of the ladder
But naturally, my wraidaria adjusts
So that the injury, avoided, has been measured
In my future’s favor

The hand of my wraidaria rescues me
And sometimes speaks
As if ‘it is enough’, it doesn’t whisper
And has no voice
But I hear it
Within my invisible aspect

I am saved from disaster
So that I may continue
The light of my birth slips from the sky
Into my ears and heart
And I make marks
Here, to remember

Because I am alone
Because I am all of you
Listening, slipping accidentally into beauty’s caresses
Falling, from the upper palaces
Into the leaf, the bee, the washing of the dishes
And life rolls me like a die
Counts the number
Kisses the fingertip

And fades like an echo
In waves that have no face
My fingerprints were made this way
So, too, my heart