Thinking about Christoffer M. Carstenjen and Steve Adams two young men who were killed on Sept 11. Having faces to put with the day brings a different aspect along with the particular, sharp memories of the day as I experienced it.
Tonight I was reminded of this poem discovered in 2012
As for the rest—ah, the air now
Is a tonic of absence, bearing nothing
But news of a breeze.
— Reverie in Open Air by Rita Dove
when I came out of work. The wind seemed to be coming from the north and was cool and fresh. After a day of collisions between memories and some sort of reality, it was good to be nudged into the moment.
