It is almost ten years after and I went back.
I went back to Ground Zero, back to the site,
Where the planes hit and the bodies jumped,
And the Towers fell, while I just stood there,
On the street below, looking up, and watching.
And I am walking around Ground Zero, circling
Its high metal fences, policemen and barricades,
Meant to control the crowds, crowds of tourists
With their cameras clicking and I am here again,
Back on the corner, the same corner I stood on,
All those years ago, watching it happen, and I am
Looking down the same street, at the same space,
The space where there used to be Towers, and then
Emptiness and now cranes and scaffolding, and I am looking up
At the same building I was in when the second plane hit, and
l am thinking about it, about the tourists with their cameras,
And me, me with my memories, all of us, holding onto it,
Holding onto 9/11, holding onto it, as if,
As if disaster is something you can keep.
And it is like the sky, like the sky that day
Just before it happened, that imprint
Of blue and silver, gone now, but there,