Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Moment of Silence

“Pause your music,” I say.
He obeys, comprehending
not my words
but a quality of tone.

In the box the President
pauses, too; the First Lady,
the crowd crushed together,
the bells.

Later the day goes on as days do:
the child and his music
and me in the kitchen scrubbing
pans trying not to think
about the iron scent common
to steel and blood.

1 comment:

Korinthia Klein said...

That's lovely. Thank you for sharing that today.