-Based on the 9/11 photograph by Richard Drew.
The metal framework behind you
is gone now; it followed you down
that day, exhausted by the effort
of staying upright, of breathing smoke.
You heard someone scream oh shit, oh shit—
but you whispered to the horrified eyes
watching your body tumble into
a headfirst decision: it’s okay
once you get used to the feel of it
Below, a nest of girders and concrete
for you to rest in. The wing of an airplane
shaded your dimming eyes. Then there was silence.
it’s okay you whispered
the fall will last your lifetime
Issa M. Lewis: I am a graduate of New England College’s MFA in Poetry program and currently teach composition at Davenport University. I was the 2013 recipient of the Lucille Clifton Poetry Prize, and my poems have previously appeared in Tule Review, Jabberwock, Blue Lyra Review, Pearl, and Naugatuck River Review.