REFLECTIONS ON SEPTEMBER 11TH

I laid my head down on a fall afternoon,
there is little for me to mourn anymore.
Those years are waves crashing
on some distant shore, a foreign land.
I gazed so long into the peaceful blue sky,
it seemed like I wasn’t here anymore.
There is something different
to be remembered. Mine is a passive thought
for others, but late at night on the TV,
the emotions on peoples’ faces are still raw,
the bell still ringing.

(September 12, 2009)