September 17, 2001 (I was 56)
I climbed the hills last Tuesday knowing
the airplane drone was gone from aum,
a profound absence in a brief lifetime.
I took undistracted notice of the birds.
I was occupied by the silence.
It has long been my habit to send
a prayer of simple recognition to souls
I happen to notice in aircraft overhead.
This sky was a pure blue of emptiness.
It was not the sky of the new world,
it was the heaven between worlds.
Again we lost an innocence
we did not know we had;
something we’ve done many times.
Tomorrow would be the first sky
to dawn upon an unfortunate century
where warring gods prove their fallibility,
or where man reflects the gold of daylight.
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