9-11
"This is about control and what I felt that day
It was the illusion of control stripped away
The illusion of freakishly blessed safety collapsed
That we can be touched
It’s still about what I didn’t see
I will always struggle to describe the weight of the air
In Manhattan that day
I won’t get dramatic about psychic cries
Or anything else poetic that I didn’t actually experience
But I did feel
-An unending sense of disbelief
married to the second shoe drop of “What’s next?”
-A complete misplacement of the tools of coping
and understanding
-and a ball kicking reminder that the vaccination of being
a white middle class US citizen from the horrors of
life is a hoax.
What I did see was
Another day;
And my family and friends.
In time, hope and courage
A new perspective and the blessings
Of a loving God."
(Thanks to Bitterman Circle for the shared poetry and experience in New York that day. click for complete poem.)
