Submitted by Rob on October 21, 2008 - 10:49am.

Spinning, turning, losing my way,
Loads of 911 assistance passing today.
How strange to see such a site,
What’s going on?, What has taken such flight?
Gave way, another attack perhaps?, it collapsed, it fell,
People plunged into the Mississippi River for a forever light.
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A bridge of time, a passing thought, huge circumstances,
Leaving us distraught.
A journey, one end to another, finding new pathways
In the midst of crossing disaster.

Negligence, this fallen site,
Lasting pictures and instability this night.
From the children’s bus to smoky haze,
Disbelief that 35W has gone to its grave.
An artery, a vein, granted for total use,
Only trying to get home fast to those who
Are steadfast and have some truth.

One year later, I still fear and dread,
Driving over any Mississippi bridge.
The memories, the shock, the loss of kin,
Reminding one of New York City and
The Pentagon in time.

Will my car make it?, Go so fast, over the 94
Bridge, any bridge, to discover and look back, it’s
Past.  Whew!  That’s all I ask.

The new bridge, ready to drive, the same
Precarious distance, from one view to another
Without any pillars to hold it up high.  An arc,
A new bridge of faith, ready to handle
New souls, brave enough to travel it
In new light.

Terese Najarian,
Spirit Garage Poet & Spoken Word Artist
9/18/2008

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