If dark waters reflect light
does hope persist?
Still on owning darkness
compassion must insist.
If I tell you tomorrow
the sun will surely shine
that makes the loss all yours
and not one iota mine.
I have to share the dark
or my words serve only me
my brilliant advice, my platitudes
condescending mockery.
If I can’t feel with you
your grief and your confusion
the light is mere mirage
a cruel and cold illusion.
We have much loss to face this 9.11 — may we face it squarely.