A bright September Day
by James Zealy
On a bright September day
I made my way
Humming a little soliloquy
To appease my unease
To erase the lack of care
I shared, with my wilting subconciousness
Tracing lines of arrogance
Where there should have been fear
Assumptions of future paths
Crashed with each recurrence
Of wildly careening planes
Smashing the tall towers
Forever embedded in my mind
As the radio news blared
That there was cause for tears
The Dispatchers monitors
Seemed to be stuck at rerun
As the events replayed continuingly
As if there would be no end
Future dreams of prosperity
Sank with the weeklong Reprieve
Of scheduled flight
The 12th's death knoll at noon
Announced the end for those of us
Not counting on the Unplanned disaster
The days after dragged into eternity
Each day an exercise in futility
For my roll of the dice failed
And I had no work place to call home.
Author's Note: I was an employee of Midway Airlines, the first company to bite the dust after 9/11. I was one of many victims of this tragedy, and I am still recovering to this day. I took a roll of the dice and jumped from an established company to Midway a year before, assuming I could take that experience and go where ever I needed to go. I was horribly wrong.
Posted on 07/15/2004
Copyright © 2018 James Zealy
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/15/04 at 08:59 PM|
The far reaching fingers of evil. Ack. Well written tale, James. I'm sorry it's true.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/18/04 at 02:36 PM|
Worthy example of how an event can have direct or indirect consequences on others. Very well presented. Even here in Canada, I have a friend who's a travel agent who was laid of also as a result. He later got his job back when things picked up again.
|Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 01/18/05 at 09:53 PM|
Shows how much one thing effects another...brings it all back too...good effective writing!