I was rescued

Standing In the dark 

When after

Sensing the palpable impending

Hearing the rumbling, the boom

Watching the ceiling crackle, then crumble 

Feeling the plaster powder fall into my disbelieving eyes

Blinding me further

Burying my strong, long legs 

As I sat 

In slow-motion

I stood up, shell-shocked

For how long, it is too soon to know

Though now, I know I stand

Rescued