September 11

September 11th

How do I explain the rupture
between Then and Now.
When no Safe was Unsafe
and a September morning wasn’t filled with
Cremains and loose paper,
when only Bird Wings fluttered in the blue sky.
How do I tell you of the Fear and Grief,
Personal and Communal,
of people spirited away in dust falling from the sky
mixing with Tears that streaked on all our faces.

I wish I could explain how
our Country’s shifted Foundation
was filled with that Ash and then with desert Sand.
How we were all struck mute
as Doves became hawkish
and Hawks became harsh Patriots.
We all averted our eyes and covered our ears
as Rendition and Enhanced Interrogation
and Warrantless Wiretaps
were wrapped in Patriotic bunting.

I wish I could understand how the new normal
is now just NORMAL –
the shoeless shuffle in airports,
the suspicion of brown skin,
the lilting accents that are now ominous.
And how that September morning,
‘The War against Terror’-
(And it was our TERROR)
is now just another chapter
in high school History books,
dry as Ash and hot desert Sand.

*** A reposting from several years ago. 9/11 still brings me to tears.

Thoughts on Flight 93

With the 10th anniversary of 9/11, I have been thinking of the people on Flight 93. And what it means to be courageous. Would I be able to do that if faced with such circumstances? Would I recognize the challenge and be able to come to terms with the situation? How quickly could I react and would my fear be too overwhelming? I don’t know.

I think of these people – just ordinary, everyday people- from all walks of life – and hope that I would be up for the challenge and ready to defend my country to my last breath.

I hope I could.

God bless them.