the wind and the ladder

the wind catches
the ladder.
you see it about to fall
and run towards
it, grabbing the base
to hold it steady,
but it's too late.
it's going down
with you under it.
striking your head,
as your arms
brace what's left
of it in the air.
it's an awkward slamming
of metal against
the pavement.
but no one dies,
so it's a good day.
no damage done.
it's just a ladder
falling. and the blood
running out from
under your hat
is surprisingly warm.