Waiting for the next drowning
means the day slides low,
holding hours that slump to corners
never rising to call.
The swift decline of motion
means another landing missed,
a chair sailing past
or finding a hard ledge to weaken on.
You’re swaying at the sink
when the falling starts,
hands wrestling with water
the bowls are stronger than you.
A cup of coffee doesn’t rest on air
nor a plate of biscuits, soggy and mashed.
Free falling should never be practiced indoors,
sometimes you’ve just got to climb.
Background: I'm thinking about fatigue here. How I can get so tired and feel like I could fall.