Blogs by Zahala San Simone
I Cannot Fathom...Ground Zero
9/11/2006 4:17:56 AM
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I've also posted this as a poem, but since this is the 5th anniversary of this tragedy, I've opted to use this as the day's blog entry.
I cannot fathom
My eyes close in pain
As I remember…
I was in Chicago
Working from home
Suddenly my conference line died
And I couldn’t reconnect.
September 11, 2001.
I couldn’t reconnect.
And I was annoyed about it.
Started making calls locally
But couldn’t reach a soul for 20 minutes…
I was worried that my coworkers
Would think I was a slacker…
A slacker because
At that time
Working from home was relatively new for my company
And highly controversial…
We had to work even harder
Than we did in the office
To prove our productivity to those
And too ‘old school’
To see that alternate work arrangements
Are a fabulous
I was annoyed.
But, I finally reached a co-worker who told me,
‘Turn on the television
Something’s happened at the
World Trade Center.’
Something’s happened at the World Trade Center?
So what did this have to do with my conference call?
Maybe we’d been routed through
New York, instead of Chicago…
Routed through New York instead of Chicago…
That was good news
Because I realized that the souls would know the conference line was down--
Not my fault--
My work from home privilege was still safe
I turned on my television
And my eyes saw the sight
But my soul couldn’t reconcile…
My soul couldn’t reconcile
The building on fire.
No. A terrorist attack.
A terrorist attack?
First one tower,
Then the second.
How many people were in there?
How many people were in...
The Pentagon’s been hit, CNN said.
It’s burning too.
It’s burning too--
A plane in Pennsylvania.
It crashed before it hit the White House or the Capitol.
Hit the White House or the Capitol?
The President is airborne.
The President is airborne,
While we are on the ground?
Are there more planes coming?
Are we at war?
Are we at war…
I thought of my son
A few blocks away in school
Should I get him?
Should I get him?
I didn’t know and no one could tell me for sure.
What do we do?
None of the souls knew.
We just watched and listened.
Listened and prayed for
The heroes of New York
Bravely saving their comrades
Or mourning their demise…
Five years later
I remember every moment of that morning…
My realization that we walk by the faith
Stored in our souls,
And not by sight…
No, we shall not walk by sight when
We can’t fathom
Our eyes are blinded by rage
When we see the images of Ground Zero replayed…
And the terrorists smile.
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