the glass shatters - but i don’t cringe
for i seem to be familiar with the sound.
i walk on by and step over the pile of
the broken mess but i’ve been here before.

it’s deja vu and i fall - just like i expected
and shake like the oceans roar getting up.
my mind always goes numb around this part
but instead i get up and brush it off.

then i think ahead - to when these little
minor scrapes will heal, soon enough.
now it’s getting a little easier to get by
but i still trip over shards from time to time.

a.d