The imperfections of ser and ver
Confuse nineteen pairs of ears.
Little did we know these grave imperfections
Multiplied like bacteria roasting in the heat.
Air thickened as if fog choked the window sills
And hung over us like on the San Francisco Bay.
The world halts suddenly.
A single wine glass shatters on concrete—two times.
And nineteen pairs of ears once again hear
News they do not understand.
– I wrote this poem on 1/24/2007 as a reflection of how I remember 9/11. It is still how I remember it today and I will never forget.