Thursday, September 15, 2011

A Poem for September 11th

On My Bike One September 11th
by Rabbi Jacob Herber

While on my bike turning the pedals
contemplating the meaning of this day,
a truck approaches in the lane across from mine.
A tall flag flutters from behind the cab
the stripes and stars a familiar sight.
I raise my arm with thumb extended heavenward,
The flagbearer extends his hand through a window;
It greets mine in a quiet salute.
Two strangers sharing a mournful, yet proud kinship.
We pass each other and continue on our separate journeys,
nevertheless bound together by the numerals 9,11,01.

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