Sitting in the backseat
looking out the rear window.
The sight was more than I could ever have imagined.
The ominous wall of black
eerily rising to the sky
seemed as if a volcano had erupted in New York City.
As we rushed up 10th avenue
I continued to look back.
I just wanted everyone to know that I was safe and on my way.
Slowly but quietly we crossed the G.W. bridge
stunned at what we were watching and the sounds of jets flying each and every way.
Down the turnpike we raced
no toll workers at their booths
no police to care how fast you were going.
I continued to look back out the window.
Hoping and praying that loved ones and friends were safe.
Desperate to be close to my family,
but I kept looking back and wondered…
14 years later, I can still look back and recall the emotions, fears, wonderings, and sights of that dreadful day.