Holy
(Possible trigger if you lost someone in the Twin Towers)
Holy
New York’s skyline the holes
where twin towers
should be two reflecting
pools, waterfalls cascading
into the void
echo of absence
Thousands of names
a holy place
the dead their shock
imprinted
Tectonic shift that day
Of an age you know
where you stood
I transfixed
in Oregon
a blocky color TV
stupefaction thick
as the dust
The hole the hole
where a moment ago
that building
came down
Mind gone too