(...............11sept2) September 11,2007

The sun does not seem to get discouraged, it has risen and set more than 2,000 times since that day the world we knew ended, when I turned on the radio and the announcer seemed to be narrating some latter-day 'War of the Worlds' or playing old tapes of the '93 World Trade Center bombing on its anniversary, but then listening more I learned that the unthinkable had happened, the lovely, twin needle-spires I used to gaze on, silvered by the sun, from a hill on Staten Island, in whose bowels I used to catch the train to New Jersey, those mighty, lovely objects were gone forever, blasted towers of the tarot, and inside, a towering sense of the stability of the world I lived in crashed and fell in mirrored response. Since then, the Asian tsunami, the end of New Orleans as we knew it, genocide in Darfur and yet somehow my world goes on, habits reconstitute themselves, even the sense of the ordinary survived and inconspicuously returned one day and is looking at me now from across the table, for the mind and senses are not adequate to all this