Now,

beyond
the screams and silence
the soon to be angels plummeting to the ground
the blizzard of toxic ash

beyond
the broken skyline
the absent souls
the ocean of tears

beyond
a past without reconciliation
a future without resolution

the worst thing about that terrible day is

the sense of foreboding
that comes on sparkling days
when clouds vanish and the air quiets
and there is nothing to see but

a perfectly blue, cornflower sky.

Copyright 2008
Susan Daniels