And on that day,

Clear September day,

Not a sound,

Not even a swirl of wind.

No motion,

No movement.

Nothing brought,

Nothing forgotten.

Simple reminders,

Every day.

Together,

Survivors of history.

Challenged by today,

Survivors of strength.

Too many,

We may bleed.

Remember then,

The passing is not forgotten,

But only remains,

A constant quiet,

A silence.

© 2003 David Greg Harth

03.09.11.23:52:26@296NYC

September 11th 2003