Wasn't supposed to start off
this way.  It was presumed it
would be a normal morning,

like all of the others had been.
There was no reason to think
otherwise.  But by afternoon,

the unthinkable had happened.
Lives were taken, changed for
those who lived, who saw it

unfolding before their eyes ...
evening found us on the edge
of history, with memories of

another morning coming to
mind:  are all days of infamy
like this?  The clear, blue

skies said nothing at all of
airplanes and clouds of
black smoke or talk of war ...

(c) 2008, Karla Dorman (9/9)