One Second Distilled

I take a step forward, nice and slow.

I can't place my foot where I want it to go.

 

The invsible hand starts to knock me around,

trying to put me onto the ground.

 

I cling to my cane as a means of support,

but as a sure anchor it's coming up short.

 

I freeze and wait for the world to settle.

A lack of patience is testing my mettle.

 

I breathe a sigh of relief that my balance is kept.

And now it's time for another step.