| By Tony Brown,
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Published in : , Poetry |
Less than a year before the World Trade Center fell, it was reported that birds were striking the towers in record numbers. 500 dead birds were collected between September 5 and November 8, 2000. The floodlights on top of the towers were turned off in an effort to stop such accidental collisions. Netting was hung in front of ground floor windows to catch errant fliers. The Port Authority press release explaining all this said, “Light and glass are the twin hazards here.”
I fell into another bad nap while watching the tape for the hundredth time
I slept enraged and sweating with hard dust in my angry eyes unable to understand why all my mirrors and lamps were broken
There was a dream And in the dream I had become a bird Nothing special Just a small brown bird But I was one with the air in the weak and fatal light that leaked through the new space in the skyline where the smoke was taller than the buildings ever were
And for a moment I moved the way the air moves curving around and through the grieving smoke where Nothing was shining and Nothing reflected the way things were before the fall
There were so many of us there in the hole that was left behind when the old dangers dropped away We were just birds and we merged ourselves with the grey cloud on a gust of wind With the others I gave my name back to those left behind and we were all gentle for that moment we were anonymous and unafraid again
Then I woke up and resumed the new routine creeping along speaking in small words living each day very slowly staring at the news
Most nights now I only doze off very late but when I do I find that most nights I dream if only briefly of flying
Tony Brown, 47, is a poet, performer, musician, freelance writer, and consultant from Worcester, MA. He spends as much time in NYC as he can, since it's been a personal touchstone for him since his first visits there in the early 70s.
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