Moments

Suzanne Morris

March 2, 2025


How fateful the silence


as the Black Hawk helicopter

drifts across my computer screen,


blundering into the flight path of

the large passenger jet


while on a nighttime training mission

above the Potomac River.


And in the next moment


sixty-seven people

lose their lives.


A few days later

the scene plays out


in a flight path

across my mind


during the last few minutes

before I


slide behind the wheel of my car

and head for Houston.


Nothing unusual,

I make this trip all the time:


south on Highway 69

to Lufkin


and from there, 59

south, straight on into


the teeming city

of my birth.


And yet....


What if I had not

remembered to


double check that the

front door is locked


or decided to stop by the bathroom

one more time...?


Just a matter of moments

either way


could save me from a

collision on the freeway


or, as fate would have it


set me on

course for one.

A native of Houston, Suzanne Morris has made her home in East Texas for nearly two decades.  Her poems have appeared in anthologies as well as online poetry journals, including The Texas Poetry Assignment, The New Verse News, The Pine Cone Review, and Stone Poetry Quarterly



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