A few months ago, I got up in the middle of the night, tripped over my dog, went sprawling onto the saltillo tile floor -- broke my arm  -- and ended up wearing one of those restraining casts for 2 months, writing with my left hand, feeling sorry for myself.

I had written this poem for some classes I was taking months before I fell-- it was prophetic -- I should have taken my own advice:

Fall Like A Lady

Falling is caused when you're tripped

Beginning to fall is called slipped

If you're going to fall

Curl into a ball

Or gracefully glide to a sit.

Cowgirl Poet