Catching up

Sometimes these things happen on Saturday the 14th

Scaffolding is trusted even though it’s temporary
and I have walked underneath unknowing
for what seems like years. The putting-together, a brutish
routine of heavy poles and nut-tightening, the percussion of metal
on sudden metal on wood, is a meticulous growth. But trust
is no guarantee from underneath. Some days the wind
shakes the foundation-less and they have no time
to consider their escape. I know someone who knows
who was the last one out alive.