Excerpt from IN CAVES

The following poem is from local poet Doritt Carroll’s recently published collection In Caves.


a bridgejumper’s last thoughts

are of zachaeus

skinny little sinner

who scrambled up a tree

to try to see over the heads

of men he thought more blessed

it’s probably because

in the end there’s only one prayer

common to all men

swaying from great heights

ask me to come down


ask me to come down