14 Mar 25
Slip and Fall Lawyer
Carl Reisman
I am becoming
an acolyte of the slip
and fall;
slips on water,
over concrete blocks,
on icy walks. My family
fed by falls.
The moment of panic
when the biped is poised
between
air and earth,
the terrible nostalgia
of gravity.
I pick up the pieces,
plead bad acts.
When I close my eyes
I see an endless
procession of slips,
a flurry of plaintiffs
tumbling from the sky,
wide-eyed in their
innocence.
From James R. Elkins, Lawyer Poets and That World We Call Law: An Anthology of Poems about the Practice of Law (2013).
