So where is the key you left right here
so you could find it easily, always,
but now it is gone? Perhaps it escaped
down the dark stairwell you descend
when deepening sleep has you suddenly
miss a step and catch yourself before you fall.
Is Mercury in retrograde? Did the full moon
tell the spoon to slip from your hand
between the bowl and the lip?
Why did the shoe meet the banana peel
at just the right angle? Or the pot turn
into an urn despite the potter? It was
the idiot factor: you were about to
swat a fly, when the fly
flew up and sat on the swatter.