The Push

It’s not an earth quake.

It’s not a hurricane.

It’s not the sea level rising,

Washing her away.

It’s not a foundational flaw,

Or a leaky pipe break,

Flooding water through the walls

Until they give away.

It’s not a tight rope fall

Where her foot escapes

From the balance of, she thought

A solid embrace.

No,

It’s not the shift that causes

Her to lose her place.

A shift, she could fight,

It’s the push she couldn’t take.