Tuesday, September 11, 2012

We all live this day in different ways

Some will recall where they were and what they were doing back in 2001 on this day.

Some will go about their business, perhaps wanting to keep the memories quiet.

As for me, I will try to keep the details clear in case my young nephews and neice ever ask me what I remember. Over time reactions will evolve regarding 9/11 just as they did regarding the attacks on Pearl Harbor.

Future generations may look back and just see this day as another point in history. It's up to the people who remember to convey the emotion of what happened and make this moment more than a footnote.​

Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away