I didn’t know how I’d ended up on the floor
But there I was
The only one finding any amusement in the goings on
I felt my head
All ok
‘ambulance?ambulance?’ she repeated at me
I struggled to speak – I couldn’t tell if my brain wouldn’t instruct my mouth
Or vice-versa
But it wasn’t happening
‘nnnnnno. No.’
I got there after a few tries
Why was I on the floor?
The explanation came – I won’t go into it here
Suffice to say it was a new one to me
Old man maybe. The world is catching up to you, old man
Well, shit
I drank some water
Looked into the eyes of the few people around
To these strangers I was clearly both a liar and a fool
To her, I was lucky and a fool
In my head I split the difference
I kept repeating – because it was the truth
‘I’m fine.’
But No one believes an old fool
There is no moral to this story.
It’s just a story.
Though
At some point you find yourself on the cold-ass concrete
And it can take a while
To figure out how you got there.