Ethan Joella
What I keep coming back to is
I’m sorry I could not
rescue you. This is how it must
feel to crawl away from
a fire and hear about
the ones
left inside. I heard
your cries, sensed
the heat of the walls, panicked.
I leaped, doubted the net could
find me. Swatted the smoke on the way
down as each limb flailed
I floundered. Landed semi-safely.