It was mercy I survived 911, being so close

To falling bodies

But it

Decided not

To take me out yet.

So the coup failed

At least in my case.

And, Grace seems to have remained,

Despite our fallen buildings, and continuously falling bodies daily….

And I’m still here, writing silent words on the parchment of the

Wind

And remembrance. . aware still, of each name which falls daily;

And I’m sure Grace is catching us all!

But then, Grace is a different type of coup–

–

more like a mother’s hands catching us, as we tumble off a swing set when young.