Today’s poem is really the result of my 9/11 residue.  On that day, as you can read below, my 9/11/14 poem focused on something completely different.  But the day for me, as for everyone, was still wearing the cloak of 13 years ago.  I saw some colleagues in the mail room and we began telling the stories of where we had been on 9/11/01.  I told my story again and was struck by how unimportant it was–and how much I wanted to make it matter.  Over the last several years, I have tried to focus on how I listen as much as how I communicate.  So I used this mixture of thoughts and ideas to make my resolution that I would let others’ stories have the words mine had used.  The poem should be up soon:  “Where I Was When it Happened.”