Never thought heat could freeze me,
but warmth doesn't always soothe
when it's hungry, turned to flames,
angry to engulf all in its way.
So I stood, motionless
watching deadly dance
of men jumping rooftops
to fight fire with fire
of their own passion.
Within them, a firewall
made fear impossible.
Within me a gratitude surreal
flickered a little understanding
of courage, its blindness
It wasn't me they rescued that day,
yet I felt I'd been saved.
(Submitted to Poetry Jam.)
When I saw the prompt, this memory came to me. My office in the South Bronx, N.Y. was higher and across the street from two buildings that had caught fire. I was mesmerized, as were my co-workers. We could feel the heat through the windows and see the power of the flames.
The firefighters were relentless and so brave. This elevated the respect I already had for them. Luckily, no one was hurt.