Sure Footing

Sure Footing

Listening to the rain drops

I can feel myself

Slide away.

The feeling in my gut

Tells me tomorrow is going to be

Just another day.

I can feel myself

Slide away

Down a hill

Built high of my

Hope and dreams

Once solid and stable

And now coat my shoes

As a dense fog making

A city by a bay disappear.

Frantic and flailing

I reach for something;

A brake to slow

My pace

Down to a place

Where the weather

Always comes

In the form of dark clouds

And dense hail.

Looking up to where I

Was, wondering where

It went and re-sketching

The masterful view from

Up there

Over and over and over

Again in my

Brain-

Which is shooting

And darting final

Commands to the rest of

My shock stiffened

Body.

Listening to the rain drops

I could feel myself

As I slid away.