I wrote this using Magnetic Poetry (New York edition) eight years and one day ago today. Writing (putting some order to the thoughts in my head) helped me come to terms with the horrific events of that day.
The evening of September 11, 2001, after hours spent glued to the television news (that worsened by the minute), E and I went for a walk. The sky above our town was clear, while smoke filed the air some 40 miles away. Because all air traffic was grounded, we knew (or rather we hoped and prayed) that the only lights in the sky that night were stars.
Sometimes it feels like only yesterday.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment