Escalators,
Something about them has always scared me
The non-stop movement
The way the steps just fall right out from under you
The short railing
And the long way down,
As a kid many things didn’t frighten me
Not bugs or darkness or heights,
But the moving metal did,
With its sharp teeth
And quick movements and falls
I was never sure why,
But getting on and off
Scared me
Every time
Even as I grew older
It did fade
But I always hesitated
And moved carefully and silently
And I am never silent
But then I was.
When “she died,”
I didn't know how yet
But a million things came to my mind
and not a single one made it to my mouth,
And when one finally did I was met with the answer
Escalator.
Those moving metal stairs
In the air
Over that short railing
And the land fell out from under her
And she caught up to it 34 feet later.
This poem is written about someone who was very dear to me, who died falling 34 feet off of an escalator. Her name was Jenny and this poem is dedicated to her. Written February, 2017.