September 11

On the news

they were talking about the date

linked to death by history.

It occurred to me that this

was the date that I was married

to my wife now long gone

with suffering behind her.

Facing the ghost of a scourge

as we passed this pregnant date,

my thoughts wandered to 

the analogs, the co-occurence,

the fortuity. I was

hearing the primal choir singing

in harmonic coincidence, the child of chance,

the language of God.