Desire Amid Triage
When the bomb hit, did you think
the day would be so grand, autumn
leaves glistening in a sure morning sky?
Amid sirens and triage teams,
did you think children would be off
to learn, parents clinging to them?
Pharmacies closed but you could buy
warm bagels at David’s before lining up
to give blood at Beth Israel.
Within this hushed city of missing persons,
did you think we would find each other
with even more desire?
"No gift greater than ecstasy, unless it's patience."