Poem ∼ “Remembering 9/11” by Rosalie Calabrese
Rosalie Calabrese
“9/11”
Waking to bright sunlight,
I cheerily started my daily routine
and turned the radio on to hear the news,
which I hoped would be good for a change.
I was almost at the kitchen
when I heard, “another plane . . .
the second tower . . .”
Not having a TV, I was spared
watching the horror,
other than what played in my mind
as I stayed planted in front of my radio,
afraid to leave the room
in case I’d miss even something
I didn’t really want to know.
Later, after the phone calls and e-mails
to say “I’m safe, how are you?”
I looked outside at the eerie peacefulness
of the empty street and silent sky,
not yet aware that the residue
of what was burning downtown
would blow our way.