Accident waiting to happen.

Accident waiting to happen

   Like the scalding cup
   Of coffee you left
   At the brink of the table,

   I brim with potential.
   I'm bright and unstable
   As a just-mopped floor,

   I'm a curtain near a candle,
   Finger in the door,
   A loose axe-handle.

   I'm the wrist flicked fast
   With no backwards look
   Blindly casting

   The innocent fishhook.
   I'm the toy on the stair,
   The hole in the street.

   I'm right in plain sight,
   I'm under your feet.
   I'm over your head:

   I've got an edge,
   And I hang by a thread.
   It's almost time,

   And my aim is steady.
   You're falling for me,
   I feel it. I'm

   Ready.