Poem of the Month: October 2001

Dream of the world
speaking to me.

The dream of the dead
acted out in me.

The fathers shouting
across their blue gulf.

A storm in each word,
an incomplete universe.

Lightning in the brain,
slow-time recovery.

In the light of October
things emerge clear.

The force of looking
returns to my eyes.

Darkness arrives
splitting the mind open.

Something again
is beginning to be born.

A dance is
dancing in me.

I wake in the dark.

-- Muriel Rukeyser

Journal prompts:

• What are the things you see differently now than you did before 9/11/2001?
• What have you done to help yourself "recover" from this tragedy?
• List the small miracles you witness every day.
• Begin a write with the words, "A dance is dancing in me..." What kind of dance is it? What music do you hear? What are you saying to the world with this dance?"