New York Harbor, One September


New York Harbor, One September

… a September memory, 2001

September comes
with its whimsical wind,
and the bittern’s barbaric yawp
echoes across the creek,
a snowfall of seagulls perch
upon the jetty,
watch
as we hoist our sails
at the mouth of the bay —

the sloop floats like paper
blown
by a little boy’s breath,
past inlet coves and marinas:
we reach the Harbor,
the sun’s golden glint turns to rust,
the air is clothed
with subtle shrouds of grey
for weeping —

far off into the distance the skyline
is a ghastly dream,
toothless
of two towers,
and the salt air mingles with smoke
and burning steel,
ashened mortar,
the  putrescence
of flesh and flowers —

we turn around,
maneuver the wind,
the charts and tides,
to reach our own secluded harbor,
cradled by the arms of moonlight—
we throw down the anchor,
fall sleep under a cupola
of infinite constellations.

by D. G. Vachal. © 2012

*** photography by slgckg @Flickr Commons

34 thoughts on “New York Harbor, One September

  1. Dearest Dee, for those alive on that day, our lives are forever measured in the before and after ~ in the moments eclipsed by the loss of innocence. This is beautiful and sad…….but love is no stranger to either. *sigh* ~ Love you, Bobbie

  2. Another wonderful poem to touch minds and hearts. I’d love to see your poetry in book form too…no doubt you have a collection to publish…and hope you do that. Many thanks. Shelley

  3. i love the paper blown, the breath, before witnessing the destruction, words that add to and prepare for the fragility of your feelings. wonderful…

  4. Beautiful words and poem to remind us of the tragedy that befell our country and New York harbor. I reblogged a memorial post of mine too, that I did for last year’s anniversary of the photos and story I shared of our trip there in 1998.

      • Those photos have indeed become sentimental ones to us now. It is hard to believe too, that just four months prior to the 9/11 tragedy in 2001 my husband, Wayne and I were on another trip to Israel with our pastor and people from our church and never would have believed what event would shake the country and world months later.

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