Where Were You

Skinned my knee
slipping on wet cobblestones.
No one was watching.
Went to grab an apple from the kitchen
and slid on rain-soaked cherry blossom petals
blanketing the path.
Bruised my hip and twisted my wrist.
Tore a new hole in my old Levi’s.
Looked up from the ground as a cardinal
flew to the dogwood tree.
If only you’d arrived a moment before,
you would have warned me about
the slippery stones.