by LaVern Spencer McCarthy 

Skydiving is my friend’s forte.
He states, “I may
ask you along. 
Can you be strong 
with fortitude, to jump with me?” 
I say, “We’ll see.” 
I go up there in bug-eyed fear, 
adjust my gear. 
Does it fit right?
My nerves are tight. 
Then someone shoves me from behind. 
I lose my mind,
descend the sky 
prepared to die. 
I don’t, and later on, the one 
who loves such fun 
says,” There’s no doubt, 
when you fell out 
you took the airplane door with you. 
The entire crew 
laments its lack.
They want it back.”