September 11 Poems: Vigil by Bruce W Niedt
Normal has been redefined.
Now we move through everyday life
thinking about life, every day,
each minute a ripened fruit.
Senses have sharpened
we regard the world with warier eyes
while finely tuned to frequencies:
ear to the sky, the jet overhead.
We stand at tense attention
like veldt-dwellers,
watching on all sides
for predators in the grass.
Our vantage point,
our strange and somber advantage,
a small mountain
still burning below,
framed with steel skeletons,
built from two hundred crumpled stories
and thousands buried
without ceremony or warning.
It gives us a place
from which to move on,
and the benefit of hindsight
from higher ground.
09/29/2001 Posted on 09/29/2001 Copyright © 2024 Bruce W Niedt
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