as we
head to the beach in the evenings
nine eleven
all over the papers and news
we are illuminated by the new autumn light
harsh shadow that i love
i watch you now
the child that was still in a crib that morning
when the radio began broadcasting the events that were unfolding
in new york city
a train ride away at the time...
i stand here marveling
that life goes on
and you are 12
remembering that for others
they would not see their boy this day so happy
so alive.
Beauté efficace des images, le vrai récit de nos vies!
ReplyDeletethis is extremely estimable, the original pictures are marvelous
ReplyDeleteI think the feeling of 'portrait within portrait' established in the first image is almost unbelievably well sustained --
in the sequencing, the text, and the balancing of lighting, until the startling end; but as to that, I'm also grateful that the external occurrence could be any such occurrence, and is not proprietary.
i never posted about this in all the years.
ReplyDeletei have not really wanted to.
there was a time when we were flying back and forth to europe regularly
and he would be called to come to the pilot and "fly the plane"
it was a great treat for a two year old, to waddle down the aisle of the big plane, clutching his toy plane, and be the guest of the pilot.
these are the parts that for me i remember of this great change in our
fear and our world
thank you for your beautiful comment; the bridge is (was?) mine (ours- i was traveling with kevin), one night in the spring. the photo doesn't do the moon justice. how could it? it was a swell evening (a week or so before the nuptials of cate/will). we were in london only for a few minutes, it seemed.
ReplyDeleteanyway.
i left a comment on this post the other night, but it didn't stick (my computer blinked or something), and i was so flabbergasted by the beauty of the words and pictures- by your art, and the rest of the story- i couldn't remember what i said, so i didn't leave it again. just walked around in stunned circles making pasta or something.
sometimes the heart goes out, and the words don't. mine was with you and tenn that night. someday, when you are ready (if, someday- for now, the story shimmers above and...) it may perhaps alight here?
ms. thorne
ReplyDeletei am glad you returned and left your little story.
posting about 9/11 is not something i really approve of, but this year i did
because i remembered life before
and how he now knows nothing but this new one
so i tell the story of the little airplane and the pilot putting him on his lap
so he knows it can be different
and have hope instead of despair
loving the image of the autumn light....
ReplyDeletefall will begin soon.... time for the light to fade....