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.
