October 2001
September 11, 2001 Tribute in Photos
Sometimes I don't sleep at all
at seven am
my eyelids still snap to attention
at every alien sound
My mind rushes on
my heart races in
as life outside
spins wildly and I don't want to miss a second of it
because I know
it could all disappear in an instant
He asks why I crowd him
I want to be close
to smell soapy skin
He doesn't realize
how deliriously fragile our bones really are
A dark cloud settled over our city
that day
and soot settled over our lives
For a few days it was apparent
that someone had bitten a chunk
out of the big apple
and unknowingly taken the worm along with it
We all pondered
previously unthinkable questions
and questions many had avoided their whole lives
became impossible not to answer
Such as 'am I really doing something with my life'?
The uselessness of the career I'd embarked on
six years ago settled
and everything came to a grinding halt
by chance
and by choice
and we all wondered
what next?
in every sense of the question
Now, it doesn't seem like
almost a month has past
since our skyline was robbed of its crown
and our hearts robbed of all naiveté
We are scrambling to get back to a life
we never left
Rug pulled out from under our feet
futures uncertain
lives twisted like the rubble of two
massive
iconic
buildings
The living remain
as mangled and scorched
as those who perished
in the collapse
of the hierarchy of innocence
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Copyright 2001 @ Christina Harvey