September 11, 2016

Everything crashed down that morning.
It is difficult to believe
Those are real humans
Tumbling from those towers

And not just little plastic
Dolls on our TVs. We watched
It all fold in on itself
On screens blaring the tragedy.

Cameron wondered why
The Power Rangers were no where
to be found when he got home
From second grade and reading

Harry Potter. Not knowing
Nothing would ever be
As it was before; we
Could only hold each other

In the shadow of flightless
Skies and changing lives,
And click to HGTV, the only channel
Not streaming the demolition.

This is Poem #164 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.