the spill

the water glass
tips over
as the hurried
arm rushes
towards
the cold
silk sides,
and out it slips
from hand
spilling clean
and clear
onto the table,
a water fall
upon
the floor.
it's a quick still
moment before
apologies
ensue, and others
get up
to find a cloth
to soak up
what has spilled.
nothing of
the conversation
will not likely
be remembered
but the falling
glass will.