by Rebecca Weber

When the death message drops
from a blue September sky
into your lap after work
you sit in your car, trembling,
scramble for tissues,
wonder how that girl down the street
can possibly be playing basketball,
call your sister
cancel supper plans
and forget how to place your feet
in order to drive someplace to be alone.

Rebecca is happiest in the company of housework, words, and people of all sorts, and joyfullest in the presence of Jesus. She lives in the beautiful multicultural city of Kitchener and blogs at

Photography by Kenneth Godoy

One thought on “Rebecca Weber: Shock”

  1. I like the overall pacing/rhythm of the lines, particularly how the last few lines land the plane perfectly on the runway.

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