LIKE PIECES OF CONFETTI, SOULS RAINED DOWN

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I thought I would have to visit it
Ground Zero—so close—how could I not?
Once nearer though, I grew disenchanted
with the notion, decided I would not go after all

Quite by accident, I stumbled close to the site
Lost—again—on the Metro—surfaced, to get
my bearings; an elderly man urged me closer
with his cane, asked me—was I looking for it,
“the place”?

“No, no,” I protested, sounding weak and indecisive
in my own ears—hadn’t I come up less than a block
from the memorial? The old guy’s eyes glinted
in the sun as he stared at me, then said softly

“You wanna set a bit?” he patted the bench
beside him and suddenly weary, I slid down
resting my head on my overlarge suitcase
Smiling gratefully at him as he smiled back

“It was a purty day, much like this one, y’know—”
My bench-mate spoke so softly I had to strain
to hear him and it was unclear if he was
speaking to me or just mumbling to himself

“Sky as clear as this until, like confetti, pieces
of souls rained down …” I felt drops hit my hand
and in wonder, touched the wetness—
Then looked into his tear-filled eyes, felt my own

Sting, as he continued, “Imagine—I was passed
out that whole day long, didn’t wake up ‘til late
afternoon when everything was changed—them
big ol’ towers were crumbled to dust and all those

poor people—” We sat there in silence then-
Me, trying to imagine how that must have been
for him, and him, patting my hand, trying—
I don’t know what he was trying to do but whatever

It was, it worked: when I walked away from him
I felt revived in a way I hadn’t expected…

S.E.Ingraham©

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10 thoughts on “LIKE PIECES OF CONFETTI, SOULS RAINED DOWN

  1. an astoundingly beautiful piece…such a unique and breath-taking image created in those words….”Like pieces of confetti, souls rained down.”

  2. Really nice job here. Love the different type of experience. All the stories individuals have to tell, are so unique, at times, it’s as if there’ s no way they could all be reflecting upon such a tragic event. Really nice job. Also, this old man that appeared, reminded me a lot of the miscellaneous characters that appear in folk and/or fairy tales, that act as a guide to a hero who is meandering astray from their goal. To have happened in reality is, for me, such a cool notion to have taken place, of course I wouldn’t have recognized it till much later but anyhow. Really great write. thanks

  3. Sharon- This is so touching. I especially like:

    “Sky as clear as this until, like confetti, pieces
    of souls rained down …” I felt drops hit my hand
    and in wonder, touched the wetness—
    Then looked into his tear-filled eyes, felt my own

    … what a horrible wake-up call for that man.

  4. your poem gave me one more new person’s experience that day…so many stories to tell before, during, after…I am grateful I read your poem today.

  5. until confetti of souls rained down…wow…great title pointing at a great line…but also very felt piece as well…have been there….and you read my own sotry as well…also been to OKC…another stirring….i am glad he gave you life, even in the face of…

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