Sep 11, 2008 13:52
7 is my lucky number
(featuring in birth date and birth weight)
and every 7 years our cells are renewed,
leaving us with a whole new body,
so maybe there's a reason
I am remembering so much today--
the silent skies overhead,
the fear when an F-15 broke that silence,
the tears of a college student,
alone in the ladies room,
before she accepted a hug
from a complete stranger
old enough to be her mother,
and went with her to talk
about how people
can do such horrible things
to other people,
while sharing a cup of tea
in an office
dedicated
to Holocaust Studies--
but reason offers little comfort
when past and present collide.
Katherine Quimby Johnson --All rights reserved.
9/11,
poetry,
holocaust studies,
holocaust,
occasional poetry