Everyone has a Sept 11th Story here
I watched the disaster from the bus
coming into Manhattan to work
and the glass separated us
from the fire and the ash but not from fear
and people on phones were saying war.
It was, but later and we were the fire
but none of us wanted anyone to be hurt
and we helped each other, running, crying,
looking for our loved ones and a way home
walking with people we met only today
barefoot on a path that seemed forever.
I found my children at the sitter in the Bronx
watching the disaster through TV glass
as a repeating loop they never forget
in a world that never seems safe
no matter how we try to justify or remake it.
–Sept 11, 2012