9/11 Revisited: Fear Of Fallin

Fear of Fallin ...

thru air so cold
so bit/ter it
heats on the way
d
o
w
n
(kept feet firmly
planted, rooted
to solid ground;
knew where they were
all times, all hours,
no surprises
to throw me off
the edge, screaming .. . ...).

Then came that day.
Not given a
choice: Burn. Or jump.

Hell of a note.


Man not equipped
with angel's wings.





Not created
to soar like birds.








And yet, I flew ...

(c) 2007, Revised, 2009, Karla Dorman