so it has been years
and i still can’t think clearly
about what happened that day
some memories hang there
staccato moments
vibrantly in a jumble
the cabinet i was building
fell apart two heavy mirrored
rectangular doors falling
hurting me
then i heard that the
world trade center had been hit
by one plane on accident
or on purpose who
knew then
when most of were watching
the second tower was hit
by a second jetliner
it flew right into the skin
of the sky scraper
leaving a plane
silhouette
then an explosion
silent on live TV
you were shaking inside
as debris and burning
jet fuel fell earthwards
all flights in the nation
being grounded and a feeling
of anger sadness and horror
a feeling of helplessness
and betrayal
