A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Here, on this surface of life and death –
This place I could fall through within its tenuous tempers –
A place humans were never meant to walk,
Yet we’ve tamed it still.
I send up a hand of regard
In search of companionship.
And on this foreign land,
When I see the answering call,
Even just in greeting from a stranger,
I feel comforted in the reminder of where I belong;
Knowing people from the same place
Have dared to venture into such an environment as this
Not so far away me.