If I'd been trapped in one of those towers,
and I had a cell phone,
I'd have called my sister and brother
and told them I'd loved my life,
loved them, always would, and to
thank everyone for being so good to me and
to take no avenging actions,
nor support the avenging actions of others,
but to let me die with the dignity of my faith.
Then I'd step out into the air,
something opening beneath me,
the last fall of my life.
It's hard to say what I'd be feeling,
surprise, mystification, terror, glory,
but I'm sure I wouldn't be angry.
In the last moments
there's nothing to fix,
no protest against the speed of the fall.
I imagine I 'd be filled with
something beyond terror,
a feeling which is
(from where we stand)
This poem is one of two poems Susan wrote that were chosen to be published in "an Eye For An Eye Makes The Whole World Blind" (Poets on 9/11) edited by Allen Cohen and Clive Matson(2002). The book featured poems by over 100 poets from all over America, including the former Poet Laureate of the United States. This important book creates an alternative response to the din of collective madness that has characterized our national dialogue since 9/11/2001...from the introduction by Allen Cohen