I am a poet and artist. Sometimes, when I write, it’s like I don’t even know what I write. Anyhow, September 11, 2001, I woke up out of a dream and had the urge to write the words that came to my head at 6:00 am. Not to mention, I’m far from a morning person. The words came out as:
body and muscles broken
this world I reinvent.
Awoken to the silence,
whats that of the future perfect tense.
thoughts in my head cuneiform .
alone so deep,
bah, bah, black sheep.
I woke up a little later, driving to school in my car. Thinking little of what I had written. Radio came along, and talked about Trade Center. It was the main discussion in my Operations Management course. Then we had a bomb threat at school. I don’t remember being so afraid.
I think it’s odd. Perhaps even coincidence, that I was at the World Trade Center Sept. 9 – 11, of the previous year, at a Law School exhibition.
Now, I look at my poem. Somehow, it seems that there is meaning to the words that awoke me from my dream.
All I know though, is, we are not alone. And as the John Paul II would say, “be not afraid”.
Peace, Love & Empathy.