I've always been prone
To stubbing a toe
My mother
Chastised me
When I was down low
Close to the floor
And the obstacles there
Seemingly volleying
Solid objects without a care
You'd think it'd be easy
On my shallow eclipticacal plain
To avoid maternal exasperation
And young digital pain

But I've always done it

Though in adolescence
And first adulthood
The occurrences dropped
Gyroscope tuned
Balance now understood

As the years curved away
The habit came back
Micro reactions
Now starting to lack

The leverage and mass
Certainly don't help
After the impact
The pathetic yelp
The delay between
Whack and sensation
Has always confused me
Defied explanation
Similar to getting
Hoofed in the spuds
Two seconds to grace
Then the ache comes in floods
I reckon it happens now
About once a week
Hopping then paralysed
As my faculties leak.