My friend Evelyn Walsh reminded me of a poem I wrote on September 12, 2001. I had forgotten it entirely:
They dug a hole in the ordinary yesterday,
And already the waves are smoothing its edges.
The earth’s weight
that pulls the tides
draws the bodies that fall
and holds fast the feet
that tomorrow will resume
wearing furrows into its brow.
Sept. 12, 2001
Yeah, it’s a little overwrought, but considering what I was feeling, it was underwrought.
And please remember one of the prime directives: On blogs, we must forgive one another’s bad poetry.