Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi of Ariel Chart for publishing my 9/11 poem in the September issue.

https://www.arielchart.com/2021/09/911.html

9/11

 

 

In his luggage, that did not complete the soar, 

was a beautiful memory of having once flown to Holland.

A more pleasant memory than the one 

which he will never bring home.

 

Today, bars and taverns have turned into churches.

The sky is silent but for the sound of weeping clouds.

 

Poets use terms like ‘gone to eternal rest’ 

and 'found the big sleep.’

I also know this poet’s song 

will now never be completely sung. 

 

I wonder what we will call this day

in one hundred years, 

and if its potency will be diminished.

 

And, in all the days that follow this Tuesday,

I will hear his voice in my head, 

that voice all others have forgotten.

 

I’ll open the door and suddenly 

be out on windy Kansas plains,

sighting all the other lonely people. 

I’ll say this moment must not rule me, 

and sometimes that will be the truth.