Mayday! in September
The morning was beautiful… nary a cloud in the sky.
The whole of Manhattan was a gift to the eye.
The smell of the air was fresh to the nose
A good day to live, like a good day goes
that makes you excited about life.
Early morning shoppers were swamping Times Square
while tourists in the ‘park’ were paying their fare
for a boat ride that would take them in the river, somewhere,
and the buzzing of excitement was rife.
In Boston, Flight 11 was late in taking off
and flight attendant Betty…. was fighting with her cough,
as she rushed to get the passengers safely buckled in
for the long trip to Los Angeles where many were seeing kin
and were far too excited…..to want to settle down.
Flight 175…. was leaving Boston right on time
headed for Los Angeles and now in rapid climb
and Lee thought what he’d tell his Dad when landing on a ‘dime’
later in Los Angeles, his other favorite town.
New York’s World Trade towers – on this morning – glistened bright
and like two shining swords, they reflected what was right
in a world that, now seemed, tentative…. faltering at its core
as terrorists threats were rising….and difficult to ignore
as they captivated headlines all the time.
And on this day, as usual, hundreds came to work…. near late
scurrying with their lattes, their bagels and their fate
on elevators that took them high…. where dream jobs did await
and where the views on high…. were sublime.
They were probably in the bathroom, or cafeteria or work space
or already at their computer…. when it slammed the north face
and shuddered the world…. of the dead and the living
and threatened all souls….especially those, forgiving –
who now seemed revengeful in their need.
When chaos enters and subdues the light
and evil commands everything in sight
you question where to turn…. to find what’s right
in your search for what to heed.
While watching those clinging in the burning North Tower,
175 slams the south face…. of the nearby South Tower
and with the dimension of terror…. now doubled by degree
a war zone scene emerges…. that no one could foresee
earlier that morning on the eleventh of September.
At 9:58 the South Tower collapsed….in view for the world to see
at 10:28 the North Tower collapsed, adding heaps of hot debris.
as the enemy rejoiced around the world in victory…. by decree
in cold, raised gun defiance…. we all watched on tv.
If there’s a lesson we all must learn, it must be that our life
can be snuffed out at a second’s notice…. in this world of strife,
because it’s obvious, we can’t agree or share what we believe
as if we come from different worlds…. in what we all perceive
creating this world that threatens all our lives.
So as we try to raise our children in a world that’s safe to all;
teach them all the good things and how to stand up tall
yet have respect for all beliefs and help each when they fall
maybe there’s a real chance their ‘real’ world…. survives.
copyright 2012 t. j. gargano