On that day
They weren’t just stairs.
The Path of Least Resistance
taken by humanity
fleeing the unthinkable. They were
the next place to move through
on the way to somewhere better.
On that day
they weren’t a stretch or a work out
or obstacle but
they were The Way to go On.
The ash, the terror, the fear did stain
but over and on top of that
holding hands with those same molecules
The passion, the caring, the will for Life
the courage, the bravery
amid the havoc and confusion
The “can I help you?”
that brings life through tragedy.
No commerce, no hierarchy, just
life fiercely clinging to life
No saints or sinners on the ground that day
only angels, fragile angels everywhere.
That is the day we could have
joined the World.
The day we could all say,
“So this is what you’ve been living through.
My ignorance is shattered now. Let us
join hand in hand the family of man.
my brother’s keeper, and
my sister’s helper, too.
No nations but one people under
There are those with other stories
of then and what and who
But for now
in these stairs
stained with all we are
this short stretch of the
stairway to salvation made concrete
May we all rest in peace
of who we really are. Amen.
My cousin was one of the many unseen people who worked to save these stairs that so many friends had used one that day in September so many years ago. Here's a little video about their efforts.
This is a thumbnail of the "plaque" or framed version that I gave my cousin and the folks in here office in the MTA that helped save the stairs.