*A moment of silence in the school*
The hallways are silent.
Silent enough for heart beats to race between tiles
and weave between skyscraper windows
under perfect September 11 blue.
And ears are buzzing with vibrations
across waters and waters,
drowning in news reports and cries,
and time is warping into nightmares once more.
Silence. The hallways are silent.
Silent so eyes are still closed
and racing memories are spinning and spinning
into dizzy-ness.
And only words, there are, frisking in the air
from history books,
because it is a story
that’s unreal.
Silence. Fifteen-hundred can manage silence
for five minutes,
can show support
for ten years,
can come together as a community
to make us realize
what community is really about.
And we can realize what love is,
heroes,
friendship,
nation–
all hand-in-hand.
Ten years later,
we will not forget;
no,
we will be the ones to carry the heart-wrenching memories,
the feelings,
the bottled-emotions,
into the future
when 9/11 will only be words on a page.
September 11, 2001
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