Always, there is this fear of others falling

An Original Poem

Always, there is this fear of others
falling; each runner watched for kerb-catch feet;
the toddler’s buoyant bound with spaceman gait
marked for its head-heavy traipse, toe-turn trip;
the elderly man on the airport bus moving
against the journey’s grain, collapsing to
his seat. All of this a world impotent
to the fate of drag and pull, the snag
of human…