Downfall

nothing hurts so

I know I’m not dying,

looking up to the vortex

my granddaughter’s crying,

legs buckling neatly

like a card table folding

luckily my wife

has grabbed a firm holding, and

wedges me awkwardly

holding me there

miraculously someone

appears with a chair, it

prevents me from plummeting

my dignity saved

as faculties return from

their excursion unscathed,

I ponder the episode, a

low blood pressure faint

a pole-axed bull

Olga Korbut I ain’t,

next time recline quickly

my nurse tersely chides

or else there’ll be blood

on your short back and sides,

Published by grahamrsherwood