On the eve of the 15th year since 9/11/01, I was thinking about how we process and react to traumatic events in our lives, both personal and in a larger, shared sense.
Once I fell A very long way Time becomes nearly still Just as they say In the descent Strangely, it seems now, I am able to mull The nearness and implications of my unexpected end Approaching at the speed of ground I emerge bruised but something new Overreacting, interminably repeating This eventually recedes too So that I go on as before, stumbling and dreaming As I fall, I see her watching, still strong I wonder, she will stand for how long? September 10, 2016
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