When my grandmother took me
on the giant parachute drop
at Coney Island Amusement Park—
I remember the long, long time
it took for the little bench
we were strapped into
to be cranked up several stories in the air.
The drop was nothing by comparison,
a big whoosh! and it was over.
I wonder: Did she want me to live it
or did she want to do it for herself?