9.11

We shudder, all of us, no doubt, with each plane passing overhead today.

So it Goes

We are in reunion with rage
a stone throwing stone
upon stone
upon stone upon
cordon of memory
Caught in a storm of twin sorrows
we rage -- eleven upon eleven
at tomorrow at forever
at mid-night
and so it goes
Blind-sided by terror -- naked, alone
a stark stones throw
away stone
upon stone
upon stone
upon stone
upon stone
and so it goes

Ah, but stop, listen to the circle of cedar
listen to pine and her spine
soft marrow of forgiveness
and light, listen
where darkness springs bright
and we can unite in a faltering
flight
upon flight
upon infant
flight

-Wendy 2001