Tricycles, Area Rugs and Snow Angels

Inspired by falling from my tricycle

when the bumpy wooden sidewalk 

tripped my tricycle ~ I got up, 

stamped my feet and 

tried once more to ride.

Inspired by falling into soft snow 

I spread my arms back and forth

making the angel wings of childhood ~

in my mind I sketched a picture 

of what memory tells me is true.

Inspired by falling leaves that carpet 

the city like mismanaged, crisp, red/orange area rugs ~ I am careful to not run and jump in them as I did when I was a child, never knowing if squishy or sharp things hide quietly beneath. 

Inspired by falling stars, I look 

to the heavens because I want 

to see star dust and magic in 

the velvety blackness full 

of new worlds to live in and on.

Inspired by falling into the colourful

trap of area rugs ~ rectangular, square, round or oval ~ 

scattered here and there with edges 

that reach up to grab my toes 

and pull me crashing to the floor, 

I decided, instead, to decorate beneath 

the rocking chair in my bedroom.

Inspired by falling I see wonders 

of our world that can only 

be recognized when the world

greets me without warning,

showing me that I have learned to

 twirl on my toes

  pick myself up

   try again

    imagine the impossible.

“We learn from failure, not from success!”

~ Bram Stoker, Dracula