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
12 responses to “Everyone Has A Sept 11th Story”
It’s true, I will never forget that imagery from September 11th. It was one of those moments where you’ll never forget where you were when it happened. Your poem brings me back to that day.
World that never seems safe…the world that is not safe. Great poem!