Acclimation

The pedestal stood slender, sleek Shadowing, dwarfing and scaring the meek Oak braids spun around the base Racing skyward with forcible haste Where at the peak the rope twisted and twirled Revealing the plateau, which held the world. Resting silently in ice like form Amidst a hectic life style storm Stands a chalice with perfect flaws And from the breath its power draws Mystic magic echoing laughter Containing a life much sought after Color like a summer morning sky Enthralling, calling and seducing the eye The precious contents protected in glass Standing so solid the times surpass Until unknown forces rush the form Bringing the unpredictable storm Life which till now had stood still Began to shake, tip, and spill We held our wills and our breath Walking a line, enchanting death The vase stirred, danced, and dipped Certainty and confidence began to slip And it began its journey down Falling faster approaching the ground I prep my ears and wait for the shatter I prep my eyes for the following scatter Lost farewells taunt my tongue Numbing sorrow overhead hung The form and life did meet the end Yet no sharp shards did it send It landed softly, it had not pounced It reacted, impacted and then it bounced