Photo by Thomas Ward
On September 12th, 2001, we all went to work.Those of us who remiained unhurt physically. During a break from a bucket brigade on "the pile" I jotted down the following lines. They speak to a unity of purpose, an outpouring of good will and a reminder to us today that this spirit of 9/11 must not be forgotten.
Despite our turmoil politcally, America is about "we" not me. The United States is about "US" and not any one faction, family or clan. It pains me today to see people die in the land of liberty because of what ultimately amounts to selfishness and greed.
What I remember about September 11th, 2001 is: Heroism. Unity. Trust. And an oupouring of support and grief from the whole world.
I know it's unrealsitic to live in a constant state of "Kum By Ya". However, some would say that the spirit to do so is the Holy Spirit. We embraced it in New York City during 9/11, in New Orelans during Katrina, and now in Houston, Texas and all over Florida after Harvey and Irma. Why must it take a disaster, man made or natural, to remind people of what we are really all about?
I join a human chain that trails
Into the heart of ground zero
We pass remains
Hand over hand, bit by bit
Atlas, Hercules, Achilles
Stand shoulder to shoulder
With ordinary people like me
Moving a rubble mountain
It is a lovely day, bright with sunshine
Men and women work together
On this most privileged task
And I feel the somber touch of
Smashed computer keyboard
Every length of twisted steel or
Bucket of smashed concrete
Passed from gloved hand to gloved hand
Once belonged to soaring monuments
Born in our youth
Today I work to find
Those trapped beneath
Joining the effort to set them