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Remembering the World Trade Center and Window on the World

September 11, 2020 By Julie Lomoe 1 Comment

I wrote this poem many years ago, but it still holds true as I remember how the world changed forever on September 11, 2001, and how much I miss New York City.

In Memoriam: Windows on the World

I see myself alone, perched high above the city, sipping Chardonnay.

Scribbling in my journal, creating affirmations, visualizing incredible success.

            My novel tops the Times Best Seller List.

            Boundless abundance and bliss are mine.

 

An eternity of emptiness waits just beyond the window walls.

The sky is blazing blue.  Helicopters buzz below me, fat bumble bee chariots

ferrying the wealthy of Wall Street.  I’d never ride in one – too dangerous.

But the jets are another story.  They gleam above the water, across the harbor,

Floating heavenward as if by magic as Lady Liberty waves her stony farewell.

I’m afraid of flying, so I focus on the destination.

            A couple of quick drinks at the airport help enormously.

 

The waiter brings my second glass of wine and replenishes my bowl of nuts.

His attitude is cordial yet respectful, and I feel totally pampered as I sink back

in my plush velvet chair.  As the sun sinks over New Jersey,

the handsome young pianist at the baby grand begins a Gershwin tune.

Life hardly gets any better than this.

My husband doesn’t like to come here.

            The empty sky unnerves him, and he doesn’t trust the building’s engineers.

            So when I visit New York City, I sometimes make this solitary pilgrimage

To empower myself atop the World Trade Center, at the Windows on the World.

 

Twenty years have passed; catastrophe has struck.

I’m older, and the world is darker now.

Thousands of people died on that cloudless September morning,

too many to comprehend, much less to mourn. I may be selfish, but

it’s easier to mourn the towers, the dreams they stood for, and to grieve

the knowledge that I’ll never again ride the elevator to that amazing aerie in the sky.

I never did publish that novel, but I’ve got another one ready to go.

            My dreams have come down to earth. 

Now I nourish them at home, on the lake, in my garden. 

Being grounded has its own rewards.

 

 

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  1. Carl Weis says

    September 23, 2020 at 8:19 am

    We were in school when the towers were nearing completion. I made rare pilgrimages then to their bases, the lobbies. Never went higher.

    It happens the one person I knew who died in the attack was the first publicly identified. A friar, Fr. Mychal Judge, of, was a chaplain to FDNY.

    His memory keeps me passionate about having a new, a real, investigation. The 9/11 Commission ignored testimony of Sec. of Transportation Norman Mineta, tending to through doubt of Cheney’s account of his actions. The Report has not a single word about collapse in 6.6 secs of 47 story WTC 7 at 5:20 p.m.

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