This past August
It was five years ago
I first went to WitchCamp
I came back home to New Jersey
Hope-filled
Convinced of an inevitability of peace.
This month
It was five years ago
I saw not peace
I saw destruction.
I was lucky to escape personal loss;
A friend had planned to go to Windows on the World that morning
But got up late.
She was only halfway up the Turnpike
When the first plane augured in.
This month
It was five years ago
When my brother lost his out-of-town office
In a famous five-sided building
Luckily he was in-town that day.
This month
It was five years ago
When a friend of mine dreamed of Sekhmet
Standing on the waters of the mouth of the Hudson
Blood flowing down the river
She woke screaming.
Her then partner was concerned about whether or not she was sick
And took the day off.
He is a roving computer technician.
He was scheduled to be on the 39th Floor, Tower 2, that day.
This month
It was five years ago
When the then chair of SpiralHeart’s Communications Cell, Lizard,
Gave me permission to collect the thoughts of our Community
And preserve them so that our first horrified thoughts
Would not be forgotten.
In Our Own Voices: SpiralHeart responds to September 11, 2001
Lest we forget…
-steward
Outgoing chair of the SpiralHeart media cell
September 1, 2006
“They shall grow not old…. as we that are left grow old
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning,
We will remember them.” – Laurence Binyon
“Diplomacy is the art of the possible… but not the art of the necessary.So why, why are the deaths necessary,when I know something better is possible?” – John M. Ford
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