The night after 9/11

I was working on a ship and took a break on deck. The night was cool and quiet with a damp sad sky. The river reflected faint light from clouds above. In those clouds I saw faces crying, screaming, dreaming and falling. Images twirling in the clouds one after another gasping, grasping, burning and falling with the towers. I was held in a profound moment of sadness and silence. As I am each and every September eleventh. As ever be well.