To stop someone from falling,
you must fall faster than they.
And while this may seem
a logical impasse, it is not
without hope as once a glob
of heavy snow fell from the eaves
at the moment I slipped
on pack ice in the driveway.
And in that brief acceleration,
caught between certainty
and throbbing white pain –
I saw splatter thusly averted,
I heard splatter gasp in awe.
It is spring now,
my back still aches,
and a glob of heavy snow still
hangs where I stopped it,
five feet above young grass
and fresh weeds.
Image: Meagan Carsience on Unsplash
Sweet and Bitter Greens 
I’ve always loved how you write poetry on the most ordinary of events… It’s super cool!
Thank you, I am glad you enjoy it. What else is there to write about? LOL.
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