Niagara Falls

When the day came crashing
cascading, then thrashing
in its fury,
and I, like the rocks,
back turned in
ignorant bliss,
never knowing
as my face turned to
meet the sun’s
fading smile,
how I would
be swallowed
swept out
like the
age-worn rocks,
slate, and even like
discarded souvenirs,
drowned deep
in memory.