One Day

I walk with care,
when the nights
are rainy and dark,
and the earth slippery
with moss.

Drops fall by my feet,
and my umbrella spreads
over my head like
an insufficient canopy.

But one day,
when I am walking
down the same old road,
umbrella in hand,
out of pure chance,
and heaven knows what else,
spoiling my step,
soiling my shirt
I will slip and fall.
The umbrella flying away in the wind,
the rain falling relentlessly,
over my mud covered shirt
and the wind doing its daily rounds.
I have to live with that.