911

It was our fond name

Of the Make of the 100 capacity

Metal coffin transport

That carried us to school

Many perched on its unhinged metal doors

Rickety. Rusty. Smelly. Molue

Most of the body barely there

It was the code name

For classmates in secondary

The ones that came after everybody

And left before any of us do

An hour after teachings begins, out at lunch time

Dusty. Rustic. Uniforms different

Students, they barely were

Then, the 9th month as the 2 towers stood

Missing flights diverted of their purpose

Terror created screams in balls of flame

Lives engulfed by hate and passion

One then the other. Down. Bodies fell

Metal. Glass. concrete. Planes.

On the 11th day. Towers no more here

-Written in 2014

COMFORTING THOUGHTS


I jump off the plane

Feel the rush of air on my face at thousands of feet above ground.

Finally visited my father in the home I had rejected

I got that dress made. it came out lovely.

I read the scriptures again...and saw the true message I had missed

Wrestle with a tiger

Write a 500 page book

Champion a cause for millions. Raise millions

In weeks, instead of a year

It’s a lovely view from Mount Everest.

I am fulfilling a bucketful list

Made at the insistence of a finality

Diagnosed without options.

Perhaps when divested of the fear of an end

Woken from the living nightmare of mortality

When the day is no longer distant but sure

And transition is only weeks, days away

When the finality is accepted

When death becomes mate

Perhaps then, we can rise

Above that tugging survival instinct

Above that hopeless drive to tug the rope of existence

And then truly live

In Nature's will

Perhaps…

Or it’s just the comforting thoughts

 Of a dying woman.

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