not your day to die

things
change so quickly
one second
you are on a roof
on a ladder
and within
a blink or
two you
have pinwheeled
into the air,
the brilliant
blue eyed
sky and sun
above you,
a victim
of gravity
and carelessness.
you land flat
on your back.
and when you
stand to check
your extremities
for movement
and blood, or
broken bones,
and find none,
you can only
think that this
day was not
your day
to die.