POETRY
Fixing Steel
Free Verse

Thirty feet up fifteen feet out in a basket from the cherry picker axis, alarm blaring ain’t helping concentration holding onto this corrugated metal sheet while the basket cradles two of us nervously bouncing as the picker's back wheels lift off the tarmac.
A freezing morning can’t stop me sweating as the ring tightens with every bounce, Icy fingers struggling to hold the sliding screw unable to fix the damn sheet to the building. Applying pressure pushes the cradle backward rather than screw into metal, just one fixing will help us get started in ending this nightmare.
I swear, on days like this, I’m not long for this job.
James G Brennan 2021
Thank you as always, Dr Mehmet Yildiz and the ILLUMINATION-Curated team for giving my words a platform. 🙏🙏 Thank you all for reading and your precious time. Always. J. 🙏✨
