To honor those, and the memory of 9-11, I’ve written a poem. God Bless you, :
Here’s the audio version of this poem narrated by Charles DuFont:
I especially remember the elevator …
And all of those people. The multitudes
The abundance of activities
The businesses and Power of that place which reached every corner was sensed in the air
Like a simmering aromatic spice – Snif Snif
The elevator experience felt as a teleportation..
When we all shuffled out of that metallic box, that was just hanging on a simple pulley
We entered into a new realm
One with a different sound and taste and energy
Our views, became Godlike, in a moment’s time
The way the wind whipped against our bodies; its cool force can still be felt ,
The vast magnificence of the center of the economic world is a site not easily forgotten..
Gigantic square shaped roofs. As large as city blocks they were, and looking out to the other one was an impressive site to say the least. Man’s ambition and abilities in this world are unparalleled..
but
as I stood there, staring at the sun as it made its slow majestic descent beyond the horizon, I thought of the brave artsy man that walked and danced upon a line between the two beasts, way back when, when they were first erected and I never could have imagined that in a weeks time none of this would be standing
None of it at all ,
Curious to know who was the brave artsy man mentioned in the last paragraph?
His name is Philippe Petit, a professional French high-wire artist who illegally performed his stunt between the Twin Towers, more than 1000 feet above NYC, on the morning of August 7, 1974.
