10/4/14 - 215 Park Ave South, two seconds later
A stone façade almost killed me today.
It fell onto the
sidewalk where my head
Had been two steps ago.
One brief delay—
Two seconds;
three—and I would have been dead.
People around me cried out: “Jesus, guy—
Are you okay? You were just standing there!”
Part of me felt that dodged-a-bullet high;
Another part sent
up a trembling prayer.
And one part knew that Life, my constant friend,
Had dropped its
mask and showed me its true face.
And now I have a choice: I can pretend
I didn’t see it,
or I can embrace
This mortal
enemy—cold, cruel and hard—
That hides
behind Life’s affable façade.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells
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