The Day the Earth Stood Still

The Day the Earth Stood Still The First Tower I’m dialing my wife. An airplane has crashed through my office wall. Two stockbrokers are carrying a torn and shivering secretary to the broken staircase. The elevators have sunken in to the shaft. “Honey, Call these numbers,” I say. They are of families we have never met. She tells them their loved ones are safe. Several people climb toward the roof. The fire department says it’s the safest place. They return saying The door is locked. Just in case, I say, “Honey, I love you. Tell the kids, I love them.” Suddenly, a ball of fire. Written in response to the 9/11 disaster. Taken from the book, The Breathng House Imagist Poems, 2006, by Marcielle Brandler Amazon.com Marcielle Brandler