Loose gravel under my shoe.
I skid, fell
Hard on the hand holding my phone.
I sat on the road
Looking through a new point of view.
The world looks quite different
Once stature shortened.
Brushing dust I stood up,
Stepping gingerly, walked away;
Mental gravel collected earlier
Scraped head and heart.
No damage, I consoled myself;
Later noticed the cracked glass.
The phone still works.