I was going to write about September 11th,

but what do you say?

What do you say of that day

full of shock-waves and bucket brigades?

What do you say to those left from that day?

I’d like to say that everything will be OK.

That the sun will shine another day.

That the sun’s rays will light the way.

But it’s so hard to say.

It’s so hard to make light of a day

where makeshift morgues were there without pay.

Where bodies and grief and trauma held the day.