The Crash Landing

Most people

if they accidentally fall,

fall down the stairs.

Not me; I fell up.

Loaded with a tray of frozen chopped peppers

A tray of frozen pesto and a jug of milk,

I tripped on the last step

***CLASH***CLANG***CLATTER***

We may be finding pepper pieces

like shards of glass

for a very long time.

I thought everyone would run to my rescue.

No one heard.

How could they not hear?

How long do I lie here?

Unharmed;

yet disoriented,

muddled and befuddled.

My body’s clock gone haywire

with the sudden shock

of falling up the stairs,

crash landing on the kitchen floor.