I wrote this on April 15 and was just thinking of it on the anniversary of 9/11/01...Finally getting around to posting poems from the last six months..
Marathon Day, or April 15, 2013
This is the day as it becomes
4/15, 9/11, 7/7 the list
Our faces know this pinched expression
tightly turned in lips
lines deepening between tired yes
Our faces will stay this way
for some time.
Then we forget.
Not from apathy, but survival
or compassion for ourselves
(though some can never forget, the loss so great)
And what is forgetting, after all
we overestimate the moral weight of our own feelings
longing for substance, weight
but still, it is a luxury.
Our faces will stay this way for some time
it happens again
(it happens to Others every day)
We reckon with this world
confronted by its suffering
whose face is lined with grief
broken by sorrow
healed by love
even as it happens
and our faces