SARAH CAREY
The Attraction to Niagara
Some of them envied the Great Farini,
walking the tightrope, outdoing Blondin
with somersaults, headstands, hanging
by toes. Because to scale or jump
the short wire fence to float
to the falls’ edge means brinkmanship
is close, or hope, at least, to lead the news—
imagine all those children
terrorized, clutching their parents, who look away.
It didn’t have to end this way
they’ll say, shaking their heads,
while stuck in the retina, the killer view of the gorge,
marks another spectacular denouement,
a life surrounded to nature, or a final attempt
at ease. I remember the rush to judgment,
my eyes tracing the railing, no guards
on duty to protect this poor excuse
of a border—settled/wildness, life/death—
but whose job is it to keep another
from themselves? Are we not here
for the lore? Two to three a month go over,
the guide says, adding that against all odds,
a few of them have lived.
Sarah Carey lives and works in Gainesville, Florida. Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and the Orison Anthology. She is the author of two poetry chapbooks, including Accommodations (2019), winner of the Concrete Wolf Chapbook Award.