9.11.18

9.11.18


so it has been 17 years
and i still can't think clearly
about what happened that day
some memories hang there
staccato moments
vibrantly in a jumble

the cabinet i was building
fell apart two heavy mirrored
rectangular doors falling
hurting me

then i heard that the
world trade center had been hit
by one plane on accident
or on purpose who
knew then

when most of were watching
the second tower was hit
by a second jetliner
it flew right into the skin
of the sky scraper
leaving a plane
silhouette

then an explosion
silent on live TV
you were shaking inside
as debris and burning
jet fuel fell earthwards

all flights in the nation
being grounded and a feeling
of anger sadness and horror
a feeling of helplessness
and betrayal

buying a flag
listening to radio stations
commemorating the dead
by playing the national anthem

being afraid ever since
saying at times i am not afraid
that terrorists will never win
raising kids and taking jobs
and being afraid ever since

that fear getting less and less
all the wars we fought
since then

knowing white tombstones
green lawns and endless
blue skies

feeling the world getting smaller
strangers being stranger
no jet is innocent

above all endless blue skies
all who believe in
all who love



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