Poetry Porch: Poetry


By Michael Blumenthal

            after the film Force Majeure

If an avalanche should come
and we find ourselves sitting on the balcony
of some European resort, donít worry:
I promise not to grab my ski gloves
and cell phone and leave you there
I wonít leave you in the hands
of fate, I wonít rush, coward
though I am, to save my own skin
instead of yours. I will be there
taking the rush of snow into my body
before it reaches yours, unafraid
of the torrents life can bring
knowing, at last, what it can take away,
how white and colorless this world
would be without you in it, how worthless
my gloves, my phone, my very life.

                                               for Isabelle

Copyright © 2015 by Michael Blumenthal.