Slip Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

One split second
I'm putting my foot
On the first step of
the front porch and

ZIP

I land on the precipitous crack
disappearing

and hopefully when I focus on
The fix of my earth- position
There is nothing there

The earth has not been born-:
the earth is being born -
so I can see it happen

Talk about a thrill
(or a cold chill!)- then further
and further in

And on and on through all earth's
struggles to be -
I survive until at length

Drats!

I Can't put it off -
got to get back into

The old body
Got another swing to do
Before I can knock off
for the day