nine one one

Tuesday, i awoke to horror and spent the day in tears

suicidal assassins had lived among us

for more than a year

undetected, undeterred.

yesterday's anger and shock are gone.

Family, all accounted for, have been in touch.

missing friends, unreachable, have reappeared.

i have so few, they mean so terribly much.

my heart is so very grateful.

yet pain prevails, yet fear

how do we heal

such an unimaginable world?

September 13, 2001

Neo Akuaba Shield, kiln cast glass, Akua Lezli Hope, 2001

| After 9/11 in the Small Town|Akua's Homepage|Poems at this Site| Literary Resumé|Papier Maché and Hand Papermaking| Hand Papermaking WebRing|Ascension Jewelry|GlassWorking|Creators Links|ArtFarm Press|Jazz Poetry Bibliography|SHIELD| Art Resumé |