September 11, 2001

The little boy
brought the old beggar
a freshly baked baguette
saying nothing before entering
a massive cathedral door
to sit silent in an aisle
of stained light

He did not know
what to pray or how
to string together words
he couldn’t even begin to spell
Yet the lingering incense
gave him the feeling
of holy presence

and after an hour
the little boy slipped
out the door unrecognized
On the TV in the store window
images of burning towers
continued to replay
He could not stop

“The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.”
                                                      ~ D.H. Lawrence

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to September 11, 2001

  1. I still cannot bear the memories – it was a very personal catastrophe

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  2. You touched the most inner core. The imagery is beyond touching, Peter.

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