See What Sticks

I throw confetti

against the wall

to see what sticks

Watch the colored scraps

fall and float

scatter

at my feet

as I fight foot traffic

On my hands and knees

I pick

at each precise piece

to make my pile

I feel small

there on the floor

even as I marvel

at each color

each shape

as they turn

into jagged tears

And I try

to get a grip

I wonder how many pieces

are lost

in the grooves of shoes

that speedily pass me by

Carefully,

I pocket the pieces I can

and look around

for a place

with a little better traction