The cup fell.
A small step from its perfection.
A wobbling motion of unexpected speed,
of uncontrollable tension.
Over the edge and there reveiled
a porportional perspective of height.
Inducing desperate action
at the sudden premonition of events unfolding
and the results thereof.
Was there any moment of regret?
No! but only in passing.
Regret consumed but an instant as the cup crashed
dispersing its contents in an explosion of coffee stained fury.
............
The aftermath was grim but no tears were shed
even though the carpet had just yesterday been shampooed.
Tiiiimmmmmmmbbbbbeeeerrrrrrr
In slow motion, wishing it would come back
to the edge and balance enough to be caught
but no. Over it goes, irretrievable
to shatter across the carpet
helter skelter. Finding all the pieces
is going to be a . . . bear rider. :D