A Slip

There are not enough corner pieces
of brownies in a pan, of puzzles incomplete
and places to go and sit with a nose 
against the cold, convergence of walls
or to lean against with a pillow just so
at that place in the lower back,
wrenched by that tiny backward slip 
on the ice-covered second step 
where one is always careful to avoid 
the debris from the kids - dolls, action figures
skateboard, roller skates, marbles and jacks -
but failed to see the ice while paying attention
to something that was not even there.